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this is a story I wrote today since I'm waiting for a response on my helper application. excuse the trillions of plotholes and other literature based atrocities.
I sat in the desolate classroom. The sunlight filled the room, casting an eerie, almost ethereal glow throughout the room.
I glanced out the window. Vines clung to the side of the buildings, winning the war of nature versus society which had been fought for thousands of years prior.
The year is 2019. May. Right before it gets too humid for anything, but after the cold airy months of February and March. The Goldilocks effect, as I'm sure some scientist has dubbed it. The perfect time.
Two long years. The apocalypse sure takes a toll on one, physically (and moreover mentally) taxing. Hearing the sirens, watching the hoards rush in. Watching your classmates, your friends die. It's okay. You learn to not care. After a few months you know that girl you probably liked— is dead. That friend you had that always had the best jokes— is dead. You learn not to care, or, really, tell yourself not to. I escaped the school. I survived by scrounging around town. You meet some, but you know it won't last. Kill the ones who threaten you, but never bite the hand which feeds you.
A month or so in, I managed to grab an M4A1 off of a long-dead swat member. I also nabbed his sidearm, a trusty M9 which would service quite well regardless of the situation.
Those guns would be so helpful. Save me so many times. I didn't see many people, though. The larger the city, the less people you'll find; the more they leave you alone. The military was long dead by late July, as everything collapsed around June or so. The details are fuzzy— I wouldn't say that I remember everything. Everything fell apart, then I couldn't get back home, so I scavenged. A 14 year old boy whose only previous military training were countless wasted hours playing Battlefield 4. You wouldn't think he'd survive over the damn military, would you?
The military were stupid, though. They thought they could take the world back. They were underprepared and overconfident, a deadly couple. The cities quickly ate at the military— or what was left of it, which didn't kill themselves or desert. They dissolved fast. Surburia wasn't Surburia anymore. It was Surburia-but-the-neighbors-want-to-see-how-you-taste.
I didn't make friends in the apocalypse. I heard the rumors of the settlements down south, the one in Hartford. I didn't believe it. All it took was one— and then it could die. People are people, and they're gonna go whatever they need to survive.
I stood up. In the school I had to run from so many months ago. In the hell-hole of a world I guess you could call Earth. The remaining "walkers" (that's what I call them) had long since left, or I had killed them.
I unholstered my gun. The cool steel felt natural against my skin. 9mm bullets are considered small— but certainly enough to kill. I smiled. I lifted the barrel to my temple, the hard end prodding me. So many months I had suffered while the world around me decayed. Watched friends perish as the world fell apart, saw myself slowly lose hope I would ever my family again.
But I smiled.
Since I knew I would see them soon.
I pulled the trigger.
I sat in the desolate classroom. The sunlight filled the room, casting an eerie, almost ethereal glow throughout the room.
I glanced out the window. Vines clung to the side of the buildings, winning the war of nature versus society which had been fought for thousands of years prior.
The year is 2019. May. Right before it gets too humid for anything, but after the cold airy months of February and March. The Goldilocks effect, as I'm sure some scientist has dubbed it. The perfect time.
Two long years. The apocalypse sure takes a toll on one, physically (and moreover mentally) taxing. Hearing the sirens, watching the hoards rush in. Watching your classmates, your friends die. It's okay. You learn to not care. After a few months you know that girl you probably liked— is dead. That friend you had that always had the best jokes— is dead. You learn not to care, or, really, tell yourself not to. I escaped the school. I survived by scrounging around town. You meet some, but you know it won't last. Kill the ones who threaten you, but never bite the hand which feeds you.
A month or so in, I managed to grab an M4A1 off of a long-dead swat member. I also nabbed his sidearm, a trusty M9 which would service quite well regardless of the situation.
Those guns would be so helpful. Save me so many times. I didn't see many people, though. The larger the city, the less people you'll find; the more they leave you alone. The military was long dead by late July, as everything collapsed around June or so. The details are fuzzy— I wouldn't say that I remember everything. Everything fell apart, then I couldn't get back home, so I scavenged. A 14 year old boy whose only previous military training were countless wasted hours playing Battlefield 4. You wouldn't think he'd survive over the damn military, would you?
The military were stupid, though. They thought they could take the world back. They were underprepared and overconfident, a deadly couple. The cities quickly ate at the military— or what was left of it, which didn't kill themselves or desert. They dissolved fast. Surburia wasn't Surburia anymore. It was Surburia-but-the-neighbors-want-to-see-how-you-taste.
I didn't make friends in the apocalypse. I heard the rumors of the settlements down south, the one in Hartford. I didn't believe it. All it took was one— and then it could die. People are people, and they're gonna go whatever they need to survive.
I stood up. In the school I had to run from so many months ago. In the hell-hole of a world I guess you could call Earth. The remaining "walkers" (that's what I call them) had long since left, or I had killed them.
I unholstered my gun. The cool steel felt natural against my skin. 9mm bullets are considered small— but certainly enough to kill. I smiled. I lifted the barrel to my temple, the hard end prodding me. So many months I had suffered while the world around me decayed. Watched friends perish as the world fell apart, saw myself slowly lose hope I would ever my family again.
But I smiled.
Since I knew I would see them soon.
I pulled the trigger.
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