You have been driven from Scrimm island, your homeland

Your people lived on Scrimm island for two generations after the big one. Then these bald screaming madmen with painted faces invaded in the middle of the night. Most of your people where killed. You are the leader of the seven who remain. Seven of a tribe that numbered forty nine. You rowed a couple boats to Washington A C. The island is teaming with these mutant white lizards with nasty festering red bumps all over them. You came to this new land without anything but the clothes on your backs. You are hungry. So you fling a rock into lizard and stun it. You then kick it to death and you all have to eat it raw. No wood on the island to make a fire with. Its all you can do to keep it down with each chew. Fucking rotten tasting. Then comes the sickness. You puke and puke and puke. You dehydrate and try to drink the salt water. You die on the shore of this strange land.

⤓ Scrimm island by the Cryptic Candy Band

The End