Prologue
June 16, 2356
It’s been so long since I wrote in this journal. At least ten years. So much has happened in those years that it might take me another ten to write it all down. But, that’s not why I’m writing today.
Today was the day I watched the world end. It seems that the radicals were far more organized than our governments told us. First came the mark nines or quadrahydroxide bombs. All at once, the top cities of the Earth were wiped out. Radiation spewing into the sky and soil. Great Britain is barren now. All that stands now are craters. North America is completely gone save a few out-landish areas. South America seems to have been sparred most of the onslaught along with Africa but Asia and Europe are more or less inhabitable now.
The chaos was enough after all of the bombs detonated at once. But then the rockets left. Hundreds of them. Escape vessels filled with the bombers. Once in the atmosphere they released some sort of gas. It’s forced everyone underground. The air is no longer breathable. I was lucky to still have a pen and this journal.
My wife and family are gone. My sweet, sweet Flora. What I would give to see her again…to hold her once more. But I should see her again soon. So many people trapped under ground. We will all die soon enough.
Perhaps one day a race of aliens will come and find this journal. If they do I tell them this: we did it to ourselves.
My pen is almost out of ink…I guess these are my last words…today…I watched the world end.
Chapter 1
Salvation
A young man scribbled quickly in an old worn book. It’s leather binding seemed archaic, but it was all he had to jot down his last fleeting thoughts. He glanced around the crowded cave, an old man had already died; his clothing stolen from him. A middle aged woman cradled her child in her arms as it cried.
“Some society we made,” said a boy. His tanned skin glistened with sweat against the pale lighting of the cave. “A better tomorrow my ass.” He kicked at the hard rocky floor. The younger ones always felt the most robbed when death was upon them. Thoughts of a life yet lived, family members forgotten in an instant, to a person’s true selfish desires.
“Be grateful,” said the young man who had been writing, “Be grateful you are still alive at all. Billions of people are gone and all you can think about is yourself.”
“Whatever. Does it really matter what I think or feel now. We’re all gonna die anyway.”
“Here,” the leather journal flew from the writers arm to the boy, “Write down your feelings instead of infecting us with them." He laid his head back against the cave wall, taking in a few breaths. They hurt now. The carbon dioxide was building up fast. He was feeling sleepy now. So sleepy.
There was no more crying in the tunnels. No doubt, the children’s tiny lungs could no longer handle the poison. So…This is how it ends. I’ll be with you soon, Flora.
“Dr. Uraton. Dr. Uraton, wake up.” A small plastic mask was placed over the writer’s pale face. Oxygen pumped into his lungs, filling the red blood cells and sending them through ought the body. He coughed a moment before opening his eyes.
Two large men stood over him, each wearing oxygen masks. “Thank goodness. We feared you had already passed.”
“What is going on?” asked the doctor as he pushed a few strands of brown hair from his eyes.
“We were sent to retrieve you. By orders of the Royal Kingdom.” He grabbed hold of the Doctor’s arm and pulled him up. He was fairly weak and couldn’t have fought if he wanted to. “ We have a transport waiting at the mouth of the cave.”
“I don’t understand what is happening.” He wiped sweat from his cool, light cerulean eyes. It stung deeply even more after he wiped them. His contacts were dried out and made it difficult to see in the dark cave.
“Just hurry along, we have to get you back to the Sanctuary.” Even with blurred vision the bodies were easy to see. The closer they got to the cave opening the more dead there were. The ground became softer and unstable as they walked. It was hard to tell, but Dr. Uraton knew they were walking on bodies. Those who were not fast enough, those who had lost their balance. A true testament to humans and their worth.
The sky was black. It was noon when Uraton had entered the cave. He knew only a few hours had passed but the new toxic atmosphere must have reacted badly with the already existent air. A small craft hovered a few feet from the ground, fighting against the winds. It produced the only light for miles from its small porthole windows.
“Get in,” set of stairs came down from the bottom of the ship. The two men stood behind Uraton as he made his way up. He found himself in a small white room. The fluorescent lights reflections on the metal walls were near blinding.
“Removing toxic atmosphere” said a serene female voice. A hissing sound filled the room for a brief moment before stopping. “Detoxification complete. You may now remove your masks and enter the ship.” A white door slid up into the ceiling allowing the three men to venture forth.
They started to remove their gear. The large masks hit the metal tables first, followed by body armour and a number of hidden weapons. Uraton blinked heavily to try and see things a bit clearer but it was no good.
“Don’t worry, Doc, once we get to the Sanctuary you can get rid of those contacts. I’ll be glad to be back there myself. Earth sure went to hell fast.” He spook of it so casually, as if it were nothing to fret over. So many dead and all he can do is make a snide remark.
Uraton moved on the man. In a blink he had him pinned to the wall, face to face. He glared into those green, uncaring eyes with distaste.
“I lost everything. And now I’m being abducted by you lot who don’t even tell me your names and herd me into this hover ship. All you do is make some snide ass remark about a planet that has been fumigated like a house of vermin.
Another blink and Uraton was on the ground. His face slammed to the floor and a boot jammed in his inner thigh applying pressure to some unmentionable areas. “I’m Jack. This is my partner Louis. Frankly I could give a shit less about you and your life. You’re just another bug. Another slimy, smelly slug of human filth.” He breathed deep in Uraton’s ear applying even more pressure. “You should be dead. Be grateful.”
He released the Doctor. Louis simply chuckled as he took off the rest of his gear. Jack stuffed his in a locker before going to a small room on the side. The sound of running water gave the impression of a shower.
Uraton sat up after catching his breath and rubbed his thigh. He face throbbed and felt a little swollen but the worst of it all was he had lost a contact. It had been hard enough to see with them dry but now he might as well have been blind in one eye.
“Let’s go,” said Louis. He helped Uraton to his feet before pushing him out of another door and into the hall. They walked up two flights of stairs before Louis opened a door and pushed the Doctor in. It slid shut, locking him inside.
“What the hell is going on,” Uraton said to himself. He sat on the small bed that had been furnished. It seemed like any other room. It had a desk across from the bed covered in papers and books. It all seemed so odd. He was trapped in a room with no clue as too why and he had just been pinned to the ground by some sort of brute.
Sitting in a chair were a set of clean clothes. He looked at his suit, seeing all its tears and cuts. Time to clean up I guess. The wall opened revealing a small shower. It seemed to be a sonic shower but it would get him clean al the same. He threw his tattered clothes to the floor and climbed into the shower. It activated at once sending the feeling of water across Uraton’s body. Dirt melted away from his small waist. It was a wonder Jack hadn’t broken him. It was a calm feeling, having water rush over him. He just leaned against the wall a moment enjoying it before it turned off automatically.
“The profile was right, but you’re a lot hotter in person,” said a woman as Uraton got out of the shower. He blushed at once as he covered his privates with the clean clothes. She ran her thin fingers through her scarlet red hair as she giggled. She uncrossed her legs and stood up, walking to the naked Doctor.
A well-manicured nail ran down his chest to where he had placed the clothing. “Glad to see Jack didn’t rough you up to bad. You really must excuse him, he is a bit more extreme than most of us would like, but good help is hard to find.” Her eyes were like diamonds: so clear yet reflective. They bore into Uraton as he lost himself in them. “Hurry up and get those on, we’ll be at the Sanctuary soon.”
The fingernail ran back up his chest and to his chin, leading it closer to the woman’s mouth. They were mere centimeters away before she simply walked away. The door shut behind her. Uraton sighed and dropped the clothes shielding his privates.
How intoxicating. Whoever she was she left a feeling of want and desire along with a feeling of dread and fear. He slipped on the white clothes. They reminded him of early twenty-first century nurse’s scrubs. He looked out of the window to see space. Stars scattered across the endless abyss. Then there was earth; dark and cold. Lifeless.
The transport shuddered, forcing Uraton onto the bed. It shook a little more before the window shut. Then with a frightful lunge the transport had come to a complete halt.
“All passengers please go to the fourth floor exit area. We hope you enjoyed your journey and welcome to the Sanctuary.” The cold computer voice cut out and Uraton’s door opened. People were coming out into the hall wearing the same clothes as him.
I don’t like this at all…
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