**Author:** Aitheryn **You Can Find Me At:** https://twitter.com/Aitheryn --- The ships left long ago never to return, too many people went in them thinking that leaving the continent would be certain salvation. Here things did not improve, we were already in terrible conditions to the point where in 2033 I got tired of living in Argentina. Crime and poverty were already present. Daily bread rations were on the news. We were trapped in a hole from which at any cost I would leave. I went to a nearby country, Chile to be more exact, only for a year later. The Second Great Depression happened, soon isolated from the world we would be, nothing entered or went out after this year. One year later it was an open secret of a "coup d'état". At this point with desperation everywhere many joined in the hope that once they were not in power, the country would be a utopia. I crossed the line too, I was delusional in this situation. I started using pistols as a rookie to end up having a good level with heavier rifles. It left me reflective to kill for the first time a true human being with ambitions, feelings and acquaintances; no matter how much I thought it was for survival, I wondered how I ended up here. In the year 2037, already a considerable part of the country was part of this small group, by our government they were seen as mere anarchists without purposes. We saw ourselves as the saviors of a corrupt world. I hate to remember that mentality. Year 2038, the day arrived, weapons loaded and all of us ready for what we thought was going to be the battle of our lives. It was not a battle, it was a massacre. Bodies everywhere, inside and outside, up and down. With a rifle in hand, he was looking for survivors, but there was no one but corpses with bullets inside. Since that day this country has ceased to be itself. It is nothing more than a place abandoned by God, which was reinforced even more when in the same year. An earthquake of incalculable proportions happened, the supposed new authorities probably died like most of us. This country had already endured earthquakes, but even the fact that it endured so many disasters here, both natural and among us, does not mean that this has not been the worst event so far that I have had the misfortune to experience. This country is now a desert. I feel alone. The few people that remain kill each other to live another day. I don't even know why I live anymore. I feel like I should have died in that massacre, or maybe my death there would have been as painful as my current life. What happened in other countries? I lost all communication in the outside world years ago, because seeing US Soldiers here in Arica, something must be very wrong. Maybe all these years they took all the worthy souls and people like me stayed in hell.