Author's note: this is one of my first additions for a series of apocalypse based stories, poems, novellas, etc. that I'm going to be posting on here. This is part one of hopefully three parts of my newest story "Apocalypse, Ferrets, and Ruins". I sincerely hope you like it. Also, keep in mind, although this is rather short, there are more parts to it. I didn't want to post too much at one time to scare people away. Now, onto the story
Has been edited one.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was light. Bright, blinding light that wouldn't cease its painful barrage on my dull eyes. I began to wonder if I had somehow traveled back in time, back to my birth, back when light was first introduced. I hoped so. At least then I could see my mom and dad’s faces again, even if only for a moment. Nothing would make me happier than to be free of this nightmare that won't even go away when I am awake.
Gradually, the light weakened and I could finally see things. Did I see a doctor in a birthing room or my mother and father? No, of course not. This was the real world, or what was left of it. A dull, rust colored sky that reminded me of a rooster's ass splayed out above me and trees as bare as the girls in those dirty books surrounded me with a false wall of security. A cold breeze gusted through the tree I was hanging in, and I almost thought I could hear music. But that was false security as well.
I slowly sat up right in my hammock and looked around, checking my perimeter in a way. When one was subject to constant threat of being killed by those that were infected, they tend to check their area out of habit. Everything seemed to be clear, though, and I looked over at my rucksack to see if Peter was up yet.
Peter, my pet ferret, had his head poking out of the top flap. He was looking around as well, though whether it was for survival or not was debatable. Yawning and stretching, he crawled out slowly and laid on top of my chest.
“Peter, you wryly little furball, have you been up all morning waiting on me?” Peter stared back at me as if in response. I shook my head at him like a mother would at her child after being caught digging around in the cookie jar. "What am I to do with you?" Eat him? I thought. No, he's too valuable. Life is more bearable with him around.
My hammock was twelve feet off the ground. Plenty high to be out of reach if someone came in the night and tried to attack me. Okay, maybe not, but it was just another one of those false securities that made sleeping easier. After I had gotten out, I untied the lines, tossed the rope hammock into my rucksack and shouldered it so I could climb down. There was a loud crunch of leaves as I finally fell to the ground, landing on both feet, ready to run in the case that I had missed any dangers. No other sound hit my ears except for the sounds of the birds playing cops and robbers (although I was never fully able to recognize a bird by sight like my father used to, I was always able to picture them as cops and robbers, what with the way they sometimes flew around in circles chasing each other, going chirrup! and cheep-cheep-cheeeeep! and even kah! kah! kah! as if shooting each other in escape). I decided to leave.
As I walked out of the little patch of trees I had bedded in, heading for the field that surrounded and finally the main rode I’ve been following, I began to think about Z-Poc, the thing that turned Earth, God’s playground, into Hell, as if God took a magnifying glass and just started frying us humans. Except Z-Poc was biological, so it would be more like God taking a vial of small pox and spilling it all over His playground so then the other kids would get sick and vacate, never to return again, giving Him free rein.
Z-Poc stands for Zombie Apocalypse. Although there were never any real zombies, there were creatures and monsters. At least, so to speak.
Edit: Okay, I'm getting people saying that I need to explain my character more. When I said this is part one of three, I didn't mean that they were parts like in a book. I mean they were parts as in when I add part two, it'll start right where this left off. My whole story all together will be very long, so I'm trying to break this up into an introduction, which I tend to suck at, a middle, and an end. Now, keep this in mind before you go right off saying that I need to show more of my character or something. In the middle part, things will be revealed.
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Well, my first impression of your work is that you have a highly descriptive voice, one that has experience and knowledge both as an asset. However there needs to be more in the beginning. I need more of the setting, especially because this is science fiction and that is the one big huge aspect of sci-fi you cannot miss out on. Science fiction is about exploring the colourful world that you have created. No overdoing, but at least some descriptions. Hope that helped.
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