In Memoriam; In Denial_Programmed Revolt_Does Anybody Copy? Part 1_Bitten
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In Memoriam; In Denial
Help, the voice whispered. Mitchell ignored it. Its voice cracked on a scream that pierced Mitchell's ears. Please, God, help us, MITCHELL—! "Shut up!" he shouted into thin air. His eyes shot open wide. No. No, no, no, no, he shouldn't have done that, of course he shouldn't have, he knows better by now. Elliot turned to look at him, hands slowly dropping from where they had been covering his mouth. He didn't dare to breathe, but Mitchelwww.onedoor.ccl knew what he was thinking. He agreed. How could he be so stupid? Tears brimmed in his eyes. I'm sorry, he thought. I'm so sorry, Elliot, god I'm so sorry. He...
Programmed Revolt
There were no zombies like he expected. There was no cataclysmic event that obliterated life on the surface of the earth which had been altered significantly since the great flood a few years ago that wiped out Florida and most of the Gulf Coast that now gave Tennessee a wonderful ocean shoreline, reducing the area of the United States by nearly fifty percent due to solar flares that the ozone could no longer protect the earth from. Instead the apocalypse came from Cylon Corp. that controlled the economy of the new United States and the thirty one states that were still remaining. The progr...
Does Anybody Copy? Part 1
“Brax, please report to the Watchdeck for your shift, I repeat, please report to the Watchdeck for your shift,” said Officer Jaro.I heard my friend and fellow worker through the communicator next to my bed. I rolled over, picked up the device and replied, “Be right there.”I slipped on my basic uniform and sticky boots, pinned on my officer badge, and put on my earpiece trying not to cause too much noise and wake Officer Astin. It was only 2 A.M. when I got out of my bunker and headed to the armory.All of the crew only get a total of 6 hours of sleep each night, but we 3 officers each have to t...
Bitten
Day 1,You never expect the world to and until it actually does. I am writing this I think to leave something behind, so I don't become one of the millions whose voices vanished. When the first reports came out it was warmer out, I remember me sitting in Justin's car talking about our issues, our fears, our plans for the future. How much we took for granted back then, even journals like this one were just a mundane task but now this is a little part of humanity to cling on to. The day the world ended Justin and I were sitting in the car, Kinda like we are doing now. We had the air conditioning...