It was the year of 2035, the year was still fresh in my mind. That
was the year that the whole world started to go crazy because of the
latest headlines. At the time I was 15, schools couldn't be accessed
because many students were infected and the virus can be quickly spread
by just simply talking. I was one of the lucky ones because My brother
worked at the government lab at Boston that was preparing to ship out
mass numbers of medicine. He took advantage of this and he stole a crate
full. When he came home he had a such a happy expression on his face
and I knew what that meant.
We opened a black
market business at a black market in the outskirts of Boston. We sold
the stolen medicine trying to get enough money to get a flight to, New
Franklin, that was created by the government created to house several
important people. Months past and I left the place and I left the place
to my brother. Later that day the government raided the place and shot
the poor guy, basically I made
it out in time. Good thing I kept some bottles to my self. There I was
all alone.
Man, I'm not going to lie but I cried my
eyes out because of my brother’s death. I don't have time to cry, I need
to keep on going on live up the family name. I came to a choice that I
will go to New Franklin, no matter what it takes and nothing will stop
me.
It was the summer of the year 2037. The
World population has fallen flat to a population of 2 billion. Yeah two
years before the population was 7 billion. Well we all know what killed
the population. After government got the shock many women were forced to
go to hospitals to get pregnant, trying to build up our population back
up. Many people got angry and started to loot and burn places down in
response to that. I decided to go with the grain and loot some several
items from stores. When I get the money from the profits, I put it under
my shoe because there is no such thing as banks now in days.
Several weeks pass and many people have started to use violence in
their never ending protests trying to get the national view. In response
the government laid of the whole budget for the whole police force
because they thought there was no point in stopping the never ending
protest.
The next day woke up to the sound of
multiple gunshots and screams. In shock I quickly grabbed my old
brother’s jacket and grabbed a random pair of jeans and quickly headed
outside to see what was happening. What I saw was unbelievable. There
was big splats of blood on the streets and dozens of government
officials lying lifeless on the streets. There was an uprising taken
place right in front of me.
With this it
convinced me to go back to my apartment and quickly get my stuff and
flee the place. On my way out I saw a disturbing sence. There was this
strong muscular man that was going crazy (maybe because of the virus)
pointing a small brown compact pistol at some random person’s head and
he was shouting “Please... spare my life... I give you anything... just
name it.” the random guy said hopefully. His mournful cries ended with a
sound of a bullet. Man! What has this world turned to! I understand but
whats with killing people just for fun.
It was the spring of 2038 and things have not gotten better. More and
more are dieing off. WHO (World Health Organization) has sent their
quarterly report to the government and the world population has hit
under the 10 million mark. With this, world governments have come to a
choice to just simply shut down government operations. The president
made a formal announcement on one of the big screens in time square
stating that the United States of America has had a good run by now its
closing its doors for good. For the fallowing days also many countries
have also sent messages about their countries also getting shut down.
For weeks there is nothing but vacant buildings and the sound of wind
flowing through my ears. There is no sign of human activity so I
decided to scrap my former plans and to just find some city to call my
own. Past Rumors are said that the City of Atlanta is empty has many
resources like food and abandoned housing.
That's were I am now, living in the roots of Atlanta. This area is just
full of gloomy and dead feelings combined in one. On the daily basis I
see old rotted steel carcasses of cars and once thriving communities
turned into a wastelands of junk and the former foundations of houses.
Everyday I go out and see what I can savage from water to food, to
anything. Presence of former life here just haunts my imagination
everyday. Its a really terrible feeling that is eating apart of
me.Everyday I ponder this unanswered question: Why
was I chosen to be one of the last alive and to suffer with this awful
pain?
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