It's funny how your entire life can change faster than a blink of an eye, or, at least in my case, a flash. I remember little of what this world used to be, but, from what I heard, it must have been very nice compared to the world I live in now. The place was full of life and green, there were normal everyday people just trying to get by paying the bills, there were animals that weren't trying to kill you every waking hour. Hell, you could even see that sun during the day and the moon during the night.

It must have been very nice...

...However, that was before the invaders came.

When they attacked it was swift, ruthless, and completely unexpected. They managed to kill most of our leaders and destroy all our defenses before we even knew we were under attack. We tried to fight back as best as we could, but, by that point, it was already too late. Our chain of command was completely and utterly destroyed and we had little more peashooters to fight back the invasion with. To make things even worse, they began to destroy everything with their weapons of mass destruction. Entire cities were wiped completely off the face of the earth, within seconds as their mega weapons hit. However, they didn't stop after destroying a few cities, they kept going until there wasn't a single major city on earth.

At this point, we knew what their most forward intentions were. Their objective was to destroy all life on earth, but for what reason we did not know. There was no warning, no diplomacy, no negotiations, just the unexpected annihilation of our entire species.

However, being the stubborn as we humans are, we simply refused roll over and die off; like the aliens wanted us to. We instead took refuge in underground fallout bunkers and tried our best to make the alien's job as difficult as we possibly could. Taking as many of the invading bastards with us as we could before we bit the dust ourselves. We know it is only a matter of time before they hunt us all down, but we still continue to fight in hope for a future for the human race.

This is the world that I live in now, hiding underground in a bunker harassing the aliens as they try to snuff us out. Living life on the border between life and death, constantly at risk of dying in painful and brutal ways at any given time. A life that most couldn't bare living, and most don't.

So one may ask, why do I continue to live? Why do I continue to fight and survive against greater odds? What do I fight for? Well, I can't exactly answer that question, because I do not know myself. I do not know why I fight while others give up, or why I continue to live while others give in to the cold and comforting embrace of death. I don't know because I cannot remember. The farthest into my past I remember was when the invasion ended. I woke up among the rubble of the ruins of a once great city. I could not remember who I was then nor before, all I knew was what had happened. All I remember was that Aliens invaded, shit got blown up, and I was a very upset and unhappy person. For whichever reason, I did not know...

Ever since I woke up, I have always had this extremely powerful will to survive, no matter what got in my way; I was always determined to live through it. It was a strange feeling, it felt like I would breaking a promise I made long ago by simply dying without a fight, a promise that I did not ever want to break. Who I made this promise to I do not know, nor do I know if it was even a promise at all, and instead a powerful survival instinct.

What ever it was, its influence is growing weaker and weaker as the days go by. I've noticed that more and more I am growing tired of this. More and more I just want it to end. More and more I just want to lay down and die. However, the more I want to die, the more I want to remember who I was before the invasion; not to mention what had made me become the man I am today. I want to know why I continue to fight, and what I fight for. I want to know what was so damn special for me to continue to live for.

This desire to know is what has brought me to take on this journey I take now. A journey to rediscover myself. A journey to remember who I was. A journey to discover what I fight for. I do this because I can no longer live with only a purpose I don't even know of; I cannot continue to live without knowing why. The day I know who I was and why I continue to live will be the day when this journey will be over. No earlier, no later.

My story begins with the last moments I spend in a fallout bunker I once called home. A home that I will leave behind to seek out my true home, in hope of remembering who I once was.

Today is the day. The day that I shall leave all I know behind to set off on a journey of self enlightenment. The day I shall set off into the wastelands once called earth to face the many horrors and dangers within. The day in which will be the first step towards remembering myself. It was an exciting day, but also, at the same time, a depressing day. The bunker is all I have known ever since waking up. This bunker was the only place I considered safe. This bunker was the only place where I had friends, and now I was leaving it all behind.

Well, not completely. I will not be traveling alone for this journey, my faithful dog, Spike, will be accompanying me on this trip. It took a lot of convincing from my friends and the bunker overseer to have me take him with me, but in the end Spike was going to whether I wanted him or not. I love that dog to death and it seems that he love me back just as much; that big bastard will follow me to hell and back and would not take no for an answer. I would never forgive myself if he got hurt or killed for my personal needs, but he was coming with me despite what I thought of it.

Still, Spike was going to be a very powerful asset to have during this journey. He is a timber wolf and quite possibly the last of his kind. He is very big dog, standing up on his hind legs, he was just as tall as me if not as big. He is also very strong, able to knock anybody down to the ground with one pounce and keep them there; I've been the victim of many of his attacks of affection. I pity anyone who ends up being Spike's prey. Besides his size and strength he was a very well trained dog, I trained him myself, he is good at sniffing out trouble before it arrives and is a very capable hunter. With his skills, we will never go hungry and can stay out of harms way.

When I announced that I was leaving it was a pretty big shock to everyone, most didn't take it to well. All of them had lost a lot of friends; almost too many. The thought of losing another was likely unbearable to them. A lot of my friends told me that I was crazy for even thinking about it, and that I should change my decision while I still had a chance. The rest just tried to convince me that it wasn't worth it, but I had already made up my mind. I needed to do this for my sake and the sake of others. If I kept going like this, I was bounded to get myself and most likely one or more of my friends killed; I would never forgive myself for that.

So today was the day for me to leave, as exciting as it was, there was no way it could overcome the emotion of depression and dread I am feeling right now. I am scare out of my mind of the thought of having to face the friends that I will abandon within the next ten minutes. What will they think of me? Will they think poorly of me? Will they hate me for abandoning them like this? Especially during trying times like this? Or did they finally accept the fact that I had to do this? I did not know, but I was going to find out soon.

Spike had no such conflicts. He sat next to me, happily wagging his tail with excitement in his eyes as I continued to pack. I was envious of emotions he was emitting, for I wish I could feel the same about this journey, but I can't feel the same because I know what I have gotten myself into. My friends' feelings about me was going to soon be the least of my worries.

I finished packing and did a quick equipment check. I had my gas mask, because breathing in ash and toxins is not fun. I had my 44 magnum revolver, sure, it wasn't going kill aliens, but I was definitely better than nothing but a crowbar. Speaking of crowbar, that is here as well, a lot of my friends say I look like Gordon Freeman with this thing (whoever the hell that is). I had my 15 inch bowie knife, to skin anything edible that I or Spike happen to kill. I had my Backpack full food, water, and other survival supplies, it would last me about a week depending on how I rationed it. Spike and I both had our thermal suits, and heavy winter camouflage clothing, this will keep us from freezing to death while on the move or while we sleep. Finally, and most importantly, a map with my destination marked. New York City, the city I first woke up in, the only place that would have any chance of having the information I seek; if it still exists.

After checking all my equipment, I put on my bag and left the barracks. It was time, time to face my friends and say my last goodbyes, time to take my first step in this long journey, time to find my long lost self. I walk out of my room, into the hall, and start making my way toward the exit. As I walked down the hall, I noticed it was unusually empty and silent. This did not surprise me, as I knew where they were, the only place they could be, the only place that they would be. I round the next corner to face the exit, not surprised to see the entire bunker had gathered at the exit. I was sure they were probably trying one last time to change my mind.

"I've made up my mind already, I'm not going to change it." I stated with utmost certainty.

"We're not here to pester ya about it, we're just here to see ya both off. What kinda friends would we be if we let ya'll go without even saying a word?" A man with a southern accent said, a voice that can only be Fredrickson's voice, a fellow resistance fighter and the bunker Overseer.

I simply nod as I walk further down the hall towards the exit with Spike in tow. I was surprised to say the least, but I wasn't going to complain. As I passed my fellow comrades they gave me a silent nod or a short goodbye, I suppose that there was not much for them to say, although I was glad that they have finally accepted that I was leaving and didn't bother me about it. As I reached the exit Fredrick puts a hand on my shoulder.

"I know ya don't want any more fuss about convincing you to stay, but ya sure about this one?" He asked

"Yes, positive." I reply confidently.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then. But first..." He started a grabbed something off the ground next to where he was standing.

"...take this, consider it a parting gift." He finishes as he places an AK-47 with some spare clips in my hands. I stared at in in shock as realize what he had just given me.

"This... this is too much, this is your rifle I couldn't possibly..."

" Yer gonna to need it more than I will ever will my friend. Besides, you honestly think that you are going to fight off the horrible monstrosities of the wasteland with a pea shooter like that?" He joked pointing at my six shooter.

"Hey! Her name is Little Lisa and she has feelings, apologize this instant." I countered.

We all had a laugh at that, it was nice to be able to joke with my friends one last time. After Fredrick made up his painfully dramatic apology to my oversensitive and traumatized revolver, it was time to go.

"Good luck my friend, I hope you find what you are looking for." Fredrick said.

"May the same luck be with you all, kill a few of those illegal alien bastards while I'm gone, eh?" I joked.

"May that be a promise." He assured me as he turned to everyone else.

"ALIGHT, YA'LL CLEAR THE HALL NOW!!! WE'RE OPENIN' THE DOOR!"

Within seconds the entire hall was vacated, not a single soul in sight besides for me, Spike, and Fredrick. Fredrick made his way over to the door control and slipped his gas mask over his face. I slipped on my gas mask as well and threw my thermal suit hood over my head along with the heavy winter suit hood. I slung the AK-47 over my shoulder and placed the spare clips in my bag. After I was all set I gave Fredrick a nod, he nodded in response and pulled the lever.

The screeching sound of the door opening reached my ears followed by the sound of the howling wind of the dreaded wasteland. As the door was opening ash from the world that once was began to make it's way in. The cold hit me almost instantly sending shivers through me, it didn't matter how much winter gear I had on, it was FREAKING COLD. Spike was not faring much better as he shivered as the cold wind beat against us. It took a few moments for our thermal suits to adjust appropriately and reach a decent temperature.

As soon as the door that was finally open, nothing else could be heard, nothing but the ghastly howling of the winds. At this point Spike and I began to make out way out. This was it, as soon as I make my first step out there was no turning back, once I make that first step outside my journey of self rediscovery will begin. My heartbeat grows faster as I come closer and closer to the exit, brief feelings of reluctance and uncertainty of my decision flow through me, but are quickly dismissed as I know I must do this. I take a deep breath and hold it as I walk through the exit and into the dark gloomy world before me.

"By the way, If you ever figure out who you are and somehow get back after all of this, I suppose we can stop calling you John Doe!" Fredrick shouted after me.

I give in to a small smile under my mask before turning around and giving him a small wave, he returned one in kind. I turned back around and continued walked further into the white void before me. I kept walking until the bunker door, nor the mound it was embedded in, was no longer in sight. Over the sound of the winds I can hear the familiar screeching of the bunker door behind me, there is no turning back now.

My journey has begun.

Author's Notes:

So, this is basically the beginning of the human protagonist's side of the story. However, thanks to the way I wrote this, I am going to have to wait until I write the ponies' side of the of the story before I can even upload this. FUUUUUUUUU-

BTW, just so there is no confusion, SPIKE IS NOT MADE OUT OF WOOD!!!!! That is all...

Maybe...

I think...

I don't know anymore... *Psycho mode activate*

PS: Holy fuck, I remember writing this chapter over a year ago... Might be the best shit I have done thus far...
Of course, that is just my opinion.