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The Last Human
It had finally happened, just not in the way that everyone thought that it would. Destruction and chaos have reigned now for twenty years. And here I was, believing that I was now the sole survivor in what was once called the United States of America. Now, however, it was just considered the ground that supplied most of my basic needs. Food, shelter, and when I could find it, drinkable water. There have been days that I just wanted to give up and let the wild animals that came around devour me for their nourishment. Yet something kept pushing me to just survive one more day, no matter what it took.
By Sherry Flahrity5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Gloom
Hester stepped out onto the path on the rainy Tuesday morning. He looked up and sighed loudly. The gloomy days seemed to follow each other, like darkness was the only thing to prevail over New Earth. It had been 864 days since the last ray of sunshine filled the city, and Hester was certain the next would not be around the corner any time soon. He slumped along the path, recognising his colleagues heading in the same direction as they too, looked blankly ahead. Hester could see the black building looming at the end of his street, a constant reminder that his dreary place of work stood above all else, in more ways than one. He spotted Karl in the distance, however he did not peep a word as this would have caused more issues than he wished to bargain for. Instead, he thought, I must find a time to ask him how Rita is going. If people knew he was even aware Karl still had contact with his wife, it would mean a death sentence for all three of them, a fate he did not wish to see carried out. At least not today, he decided.
By Hollie Kajewski5 years ago in Futurism
Blast from the Past
For most people in the year 237A.E., today was just another day, but not for Aracella. Today was her 21st birthday, and that didn't mean much other than she would submit and hopefully be assigned one of her top three picks for jobs at the compound. She was hoping for scavenger so she could leave the compound every day with Malahki, her partner of the last five years. She dreaded the idea of being stuck within the walls of the compound on kitchen duty, or worse, rubbish sorter.
By A. L. Faulkenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Only Time Will Tell
“WHERE IS THE LOCKET?!” I faintly hear this question being screamed at me as I become conscious again. Where am I? Last thing I remember was scavenging for food with my sister Zena. Oh, I hope she is ok. Suddenly, a splash of ice cold water hits my face.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Futurism
Dear Diary
Dawn trickled into the deserted warehouse through a broken roof, not so much bringing light as pointing out in glowing fingers how decrepit the contents were. Debris was piled from wall to wall, separating the large space into smaller sections, each one in turn filled with odd mounds of rotted fabric, moldering boxes, piles of wood, and other, less easily identified things. A few narrow alleys through the center of the debris looked like paths through a junkyard.
By Cindy Darling5 years ago in Futurism
Hunt Human
Chale For as long as I can remember I have had this heart shaped locket around my neck. In it is the chip that has all my information in it. Engraved on the locket is my use- name and password. This is to ensure that I can get access to the hospital even if I am unconscious and cannot speak. It also has my tracking device in it in case I am kidnapped by the Traders. The people who steal other people and sell them, often to be used for unspeakable acts. If the consumer becomes tired of us we are then used for the popular sport, Hunt Human. We are placed in the woods with no clothes on and worse, no shoes, and have to survive for indeterminant amounts of time. The Hunters then come through on dirt bikes, jeeps or whatever mode of transport and with whatever weapons they please, depending on how much they paid. Needless to say, the odds of the Hunted being able to survive, are not good. I keep my locket under my clothes. And take care that the chain is not even seen. I attend school when it is open, and often am instructed by my grandma. I also work to teach the younger children many survival skills such as gardening, gathering, hunting and escaping bad from those who watch and wait for a young person to be alone and undefended, or otherwise vulnerable then to take them for evil purpose. The Order of Society, or OOS have been in control as long as I remember. They are a Right-Wing group who was voted in to combat terrorism. But nature abhors a vacuum. So when they drove out the terrorists, they became a form of terrorists. No one who resembled people from countries that promoted terrorism were allowed to live in our district. We live in the Napa Valley in what used to be called California. The foreigners were no longer allowed to get government assistance, such as food, housing and medical care. They used to get something called cash, which allowed you to buy things for survival or enjoyment. Now we get an allotment from the chip which we are supposed to carry at all times. Some people have talked about injecting them under our skin, but that is the next phase of our Absorption into the system. The Global Community is pushing for this, and for everyone to attend the World University, from 3 years old on, and into their college years. Education, religion, practical life skills, everything would be taught from that viewpoint. Ironically, the Order of Society is slowing this process down where we live. Our region is for the people of our region. No foreigners!
By Tonya Jepson5 years ago in Futurism
Cold Comfort
I recoil from the still-too-bright sun filtered through overcast sky as the shades pull open. Though air-conditioned safely inside, I can still feel the sticky warmth of the humid mid-summer pressed up against the window like a sponge threatening to soak me up. Nearly 100 days, or so it seems, have passed since I stepped outside, but today that needs to change; if I miss my appointment with the placement officer again, my application for financial aid will be denied and I can kiss my dreams of being a professional illustrator goodbye.
By Chris Beck5 years ago in Futurism
