Let's get this party started. I'm gonna keep the sad and boring backstory short: once upon a time, dad went to war and never returned, I got stuck with the *insert swear here* mother-in-law, so naturally I hopped on my motorbike and left. It's been stolen credit cards, dirty motels, fast food, and my trusty Harley D ever since. I'm sixteen now and my names Brooklyn. When the world went to h** I was in a café, everyone left in a bloody hurry but I went into the kitchen to grab the essentials.