I am starting work on a post-apocalyptic science fiction novel. Here is the first paragraph. Just a little introduction of my usual writing style.
I don’t remember the dark days. That was before my time. My great-grandparents were the ones who witnessed those. They used to tell us stories about the day the government imploded and law enforcement shredded itself to pieces. Stories of how chaos in every form ruled the streets for months before the most horrible, violent, power-hungry men and women rose up and took over. I don’t have any memories of this transition into hell… but I do know of the hell I lived to experience.