I was just wondering if anyone thinks this is good......I was writing it for a friend (his idea :P ) and I didn't edit yet so some parts may need a little fixing.

Prologue

War: the thing that tears families apart, kills millions, and destroys everything in its path. It's the only time the people of the world actually hope and pray to some makeshift being in the sky for their spouse, son, or father to come back home. I lost my dad in the great war of 2015. With all the rumors going around about it I could never really piece together what happened. But from what I've heard it all started when China decided it wasn't getting enough profit from all the products they made that we sold here so they started sending troops. So much for a peaceful discussion. Soon after the first few attacks, other parts of the world were joining in. After that it didn't take long for nukes to be built. But the inventors underestimated the pure power of this ultimate weapon and soon, our country was thrown into chaos. Most people in the U.S accepted their fate and were wiped out immediately. But others, still partially full of hope, hid in government-made shelters. That, was only the beginning.
Some survivors were foolish enough to try and leave once the bombing stopped. But they immediately became infected with what was called "the silver element". Most thought this rare disease was brought on by the damage to our atmosphere by the nukes. And rumors soon spread about it. Some said the silver element was the equivalent of shooting up with hydrogen. But I doubt anyone truly knows what it is for sure. All I know is that it took the life of my mother:
I was ten at the time, and i lived with her in what the government called "the vaults" which were the shelters they had made for those few lucky survivors. But that was no place for a curious little boy, and soon I had wandered outside of the underground compound and out into the ruins of the real world. My mother, afraid of loosing me too, followed me out. And that was my first glimpse of the silver element. It took her almost instantly. I watched as her hair fell out piece by piece, her once flawless skin turned a grotesque greenish color. Her entire body was rapidly deteriorating, her skin peeling off at an alarming rate. I was scared, terribly terribly scared. Downright horrified when the disgusting creature that was once my mother limped towards me, moaning and groaning for brains. And who else would serve as a better snack than the small defenseless boy that stood in front of her, just staring in disbelief. It reminded me of those monster movies I used to watch with my father before the war. The ones where strange creatures would come out of nowhere, searching some isolated town for living flesh and brains. But this wasn't a movie where I could just fast forward past the scary parts, this was real. At ten years old I was really trying to make the decision between my mother's life, or mine.
I don't even remember what it was like......killing my mother. At the time I had too many tears in my eyes to even see all the blood and pus that covered the big rock I held in my shivering hands. My brain was completely overstimulated with a mess of emotions: fear, anger, depression, regret, sadness, uncertainty. And even more uncertainty as my eyes wandered to the hole in my mothers head where her brain used to be. Did I kill a mutant? A monster? A freak of nature? Or did i just kill my mother. But when my mind cleared I realized that it didn't matter. Whatever she had become, she was dead now. And killing her meant I couldn't go back into the vaults because they would think I was infected as well. So I ran.
I ran for days, not entirely sure where I was going. All I knew was that I had to survive. I wasn't sure why I felt like that, why I felt like I couldn't just take the easy way out and give up. Maybe it was just a fear of dying. Whether or not that was the reason, i forgot somewhere along the road. All I knew was that I was alone. Completely alone. alone in this chaos, this hell, this........Dystopia.