It came like one massive, destructive wave, the event that caused the apocalypse and nearly wiped out all of humankind, on the verge of making humans become extinct. The event that was so horrific that it caused terror to reign down on the entire world. It happened thirty years ago and it was the fault of man. Humans that worked for the largest and most richest countries and governments in the world had been working on a secret experiment. A secret that was so well kept that the general public was never aware about it, not even some of the people who worked for these governments knew about it. It was among the most classified informations that had ever existed in the world.

And this secret was for the years leading up to the apocalyptic event, was the government's hiring scientists to work on this machine. A machine that had been built out in the middle of nowhere and was the size of an average large tall building, yet had the power to affect the whole entire earth. This machine was meant to do good, as it was intended to stop the impact of earth's global warming and climate change issues through the planet's weather and temperature system. The hopes was to reverse any damage that might have been done. However, just like anything that man had created, this machine has it's massive flaws.

Something went terribly wrong, when the machine set off by itself through the error of a malfunctioning computer and was set off way before the people who worked on it was ready to set it off. And just days after the machine was set off, the large change in the earth's weather pattern happened. And as a result catastrophic storms were set off around the globe, with winds hundreds of miles per hour, reaching up to the strength of a strong tornado or the strongest hurricanes that the world had ever seen. In some cases even surpassing the winds of the strongest hurricanes.

Along with the winds, there was also torrential downpours of rain that caused history making flooding. If people didn't have to deal with the storms, then it other parts of the earth they had to deal with blizzards that would dump so much snow at one time that it buried people in their homes and made many freeze to death. Still other parts of the world had to deal with massive wildfires that burned acres and acres and acres of land.

Many homes were destroyed by all of these events, leaving millions with no place to live anymore. Millions upon millions had died as a direct result of these the weather gone wrong. For months this machine caused these destructive events to go on all across the world relentlessly, non-stop there was hardly a place on earth where people weren't impacted by this. After months of this machine going haywire, a group of soldiers managed to bomb it, blowing it up and bringing the destruction to a stop.

But, by that time it had been far too late. Millions had already died from the events and the world had been thrown into complete utter chaos. The United States governments and all of the governments of the world collapsed, unable to deal with the fall out and the load of what had been caused. Because of this, people started to rule for themselves and it was like the purge taking place with the laws of the land no longer enforced.

These events had also caused electricity to be knocked out in the majority of the world, to never come back on again. Mass stale food production which had supplied all of the grocery stores and supermarkets had been wiped out, and the transportation system that had delivered food all of the country and the world had been shut down and could no longer get food to people. Because of this people ransacked stores and places for food and after a few months, most of these places shelves were empty of food.

As a result of the lack of food being able on a wide scale, the years following after the event had millions die from starvation and hunger. Hundreds of thousands more died from illness and injuries since there were no longer hospitals around like they used to be. In grand total, many, many people had died as a direct or indirect result of that machine. And because so many had died, the world was never the same and would never be the same as it was before the event happened. Society had broken down and nearly caved in on itself.

Over the next thirty years the world became one where people were left to fend for themselves. It became a brutal and vicious world where a person had to go to the extremes just to survive. This was what the world had become for those who survived the event or were born after it. One where there were people who either killed to be cruel and cold blooded as a way to try and maintain control and the upper hand over others, and those who killed to defend themselves and their livelihood. Either way it was a kill or be killed world. And some in the world liked being evil and mean human beings for that sense of power. Violence and killing was at an all time high for left to live on earth.

For food those who learned to grow vegetables or fruit in a garden, or on trees. And or those who knew how to hunt down animals had the best chance at survival as far as eating goes. Another way was the fact that there were places that produced on a small scale canned food items and packaged, non perishable foods. However, these places were precious and only a few people had access to them or knew where they were. Sometimes people who have to go days, even weeks without eating for the lack of food. Food was one of the things that people killed over just to get or keep.

In this dark and malicious world, that was barely clinging onto humanity, people could be divided into five main groups.

The Drifters. A nickname for loners or a lone wolf, who stayed alone and by themselves. Not teaming up with or being around other people for too long. And thought of their chances at survival at being alone, better than being around a bunch of people. These people traveled the world alone or stayed mostly among themselves.

The Gropers. Opposite of drifters and thought that the chances of surviving where better with being in a team or in a group of people. Their saying was 'safety in numbers'. People who still had surviving family members around were more likely to be a grouper.

The Militia. Which was what was left on the United States military gone rogue. But, had none of the honor or prestige of what the military once had. They didn't follow the rule of the government that was no longer there. They made up their rules to force on others. They used their advantage of the weapons that they had to force their law and rules, over the areas that they were in.

The Militia had evolved into this cruel and evil force. One who murdered, assaulted, beaten, tortured, and raped anyone who wasn't a part of their force. With them it was either comply or be killed. And for these reasons many people feared them and the pain to innocent people that they had caused. Some were lucky into to live in areas where these people didn't reach.

The Bandits. Those who stole food and items from others and took from others for their own survival.

The Cannibals. Which was self explanatory. Since food was so hard to come by for some people, the cannibals would get theirs from the bodies of dead people. Or some of the more vicious cannibals would actually hunt people down to eat or keep them held prisoner to kill when they ran out of food.

Twenty year old Bonnie Bennett, who was born ten years after the post apocalypse event happened, was a Drifter. Her mother had died soon after she had given birth to Bonnie, because of some pregnancy complications and the lack of modern medical care. This left her father to struggle to raise in as a single parent, in such a vicious world. He had tried his best and had done all that he could to make sure that she survived in such a world. And loved her as a father was suppose to live their child, Bonnie was very close to her father and he had tried giving her the best childhood that was available for the world that they were living in.

But, it was a cruel one and no matter how hard he tried, her father had become a victim of the this world. When Bonnie was just eleven years old her father had been taken away from her, in a cold blooded way. And that left her alone by herself, to fend and fight for herself in order to survive. She was just a child at the time of her father's death and yet had to quickly brush her grief to the side in order to adjust and learn how to survive and live by herself.

At a very young age, she had to learn how to use guns and other weapons to defend herself. She had to find food on her own to eat, she had to learn how to hunt, fish, and forage for her own food. Foraging meant that she relied on the wild as part of her food source. Knowing which wild plants were good to eat or even having to eat bugs which didn't taste that great, but provided for a good source of protein. She did what she had to do in order to live.

Her father's death, combined with the years of having to fight to survive had shaped Bonnie Bennett into a tough, strong, steely, hard stoned woman who had kept everyone at a distance. Only dealing with others on a business type level. Some people might have viewed her to be cold and off putting because of this, but she saw it just as having to be this way in order to live. In this place one couldn't afford to be too soft or open. Bonnie was just for herself above all others.

She preferred being a lone wolf, because as she saw it the more people that a person was with, the more mouths that would needed to be feed, that meant less food to go around, in a world where food was already hard to come by. More people would also mean more people you would have to defend or worry about. And sometimes groups of people could draw attention from one of the more vicious groups. This was way Bonnie stayed alone and only dealt with other people on a business level.

A age twelve she had become a smuggler, she sneak in weapons and other items to other people, in exchange for food, clothes, toothpaste, bathing soap and whatever else she needed for her own survival. And she kept weapons to defend herself with. She had killed more people than she could count on her two hands. But, she only killed to defend herself, when someone else tried to kill or assault her or cause her harm in some way and killed if someone crossed her path and tried to diminish her chances at surviving. She wasn't one of those people who went out of their way to kill and wasn't proud of any of the killings that she had done. She didn't consider herself as a good guy because in this world there was really no such thing. Killing just had to be done sometimes if a person wanted to live.

After some months of smuggling around the west, Bonnie had settled down for a little while in Arizona. She found a house that had been long ago abandoned and stepped into it making it her own. She had spent the last three months there and had picked it because of it being in an area with no other houses around, which meant that there was less chances of running into people that had wanted to kill her. This is where she decided that she would stay until it was time for her to smuggle again for more food, clothes, and items that she needed to survive. But, she had gathered into to last her for about a month or so more.

Currently she was out in the woods foraging for wild food, that would extend the food supply that she had back at the house. Even though no other person was around she still armed herself with two pistols, which were in hostlers one on one side of the body and the other on the other side. And a hunting knife that she had strapped to he thigh. Never knew when you might run into a person with evil intentions.

For a couple an hours, she had been gathering up wild mushrooms and other plants to eat, thinking to herself that this plus the food that she had back at the house was going to make for a pretty decent dinner tonight. Bonnie looked up at the sky, the sun would be setting in about an hour and a half from what she could judge. She thought that now would be a good time to make her way back to the house, to settle in for the night and secure everything down. After forging for a little while longer, Bonnie went to do just that.

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Damon Salvatore was so damn hungry, passed hungry he was starving. It had been days, almost a week since he had anything substantial to eat. And he had been walking for weeks now on his own, trying to find a new place to settle down in. Especially one where there was enough food. It didn't use to always be this way, there was a time where he was supplied with plenty of food for the world that he was living in anyway.

But, things had changed and for weeks due to some circumstances he had to find different sources of food, which was hard to do. Damon was twenty-two years old and he was a bandit. He stole food and other items from people for the sake of preserving himself and living. Yeah, it may have been selfish to steal from others and to take what wasn't yours, but stealing wasn't as bad as some of the things that other people did to survive. He would know that better himself as because of what he used to be.

Damon shook his head, he wasn't that anymore though and he just wanted to live. Living meant getting some food in his belly that was growling and begging him to eat. Damon looked rough and rugged, with his thick black hair and his five o'clock shadow beard and in his wore out, dirty clothes. He was armed with a rifle, a revolver and a hunting knife.

Finally after what seemed like forever, he came upon something that might be a hope for some sign of food. It was a house that was just about in the middle of nowhere. Looking around he could see no other soul in sight, so he made his way carefully up to the house. Peeping in through the windows from the outside, he couldn't see anything inside of the small house. So, he tested the door handle and saw that it was unlocked. He opened the door and walked in, slowly looking around.

The house was empty, as in there was no other person in it at the time, but he could tell that someone was staying there currently or had been recently from how everything was clean and neatly organized. Which was great news for him, because if someone was staying there, then that meant the better chances for food was there. Searching throughout the house, Damon could see that whoever had been living there was one hell of a survivalist. Perhaps he would take some items for himself before he left. But, now the goal was to get some food into him.

Walking into the kitchen Damon spotted something that he hadn't seen in weeks food. Thanking the heavens he made his way up to the stash of food. There were a variety of dried fruits that included raisins,cranberries, and apples, not fresh fruits but still good nonetheless. There was also crackers that appeared to be stale, but was eablie. And there was a plastic ziplock bag filled with beef jerky and a few granola bars as well. He was even too hungry to see what other foods that this person had in the house.

He just thanked the heavens and started grabbing at the food, chowing down on the beef jerky and gulping down the raisins and dried cranberries. Tearing into the crackers. He didn't realize that maybe he should just take the food and get out, before the person that owned it came back. Then again hunger could affect a person's mental state sometimes.

Damon was in the middle of chowing down, when he heard the click of the gun and cursed to himself he had been caught. He was so busy attending to the food that he didn't hear this person come in.

"Who in the hell are you?" Asked a voice which was clearly displeased that he was there.

It was a woman's voice, startled Damon's icy blue eyes widened. He turned and saw her, she was a petite woman, dressed in a hoodie with the hood pulled over her head and had emerald green eyes which were currently glaring at him. She also had a pistol raised and was pointing it at him.

She definitely wasn't happy to see him there and looked like she wanted to kill him at the moment. 'Nice going Salvatore' Damon thought to himself.

"I….I can explain." Damon stuttered.

Bonnie responded her voice stone cold and filled with ice. "Explain why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head, for breaking into my house and stealing my fucking food."

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This is a short kind of teaser chapter to set things up. I always wanted to do a post apocalyptic story for Bamon for a while now and finally have. Me going on with this story will depend on how much support and reviews that it gets. If it gets enough people want me to go on with this story then I will go on with it. So please give me feedback, I still plan on sticking with Don't Forget About Me, but just wanted to write this.

I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors that I missed.