Dominion of the Others_The Last Trip Of The Last Resort_"new" hope._Arks of Ice
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Dominion of the Others
At night I can hear them, loud thunderous footsteps in the nearby town of Eyrie—or what remain of it I suppose. Sometimes one of them lets out a shriek, and I surmised that this is their form of communication because once one did it, a whole chorus joined in. It is a bone chilling noise that I will never, ever forget. They stay until just before sunrise some nights, others for just a few hours. They’re only ever active at night, which is good I suppose because that means we can forage and move about during the light of day. But that also means that rest comes sparingly. We positioned our she...
The Last Trip Of The Last Resort
Pushing herself against the metal wall, Captain Annie O’Connell tried to hold her breath back, in spite of her agitation: this was one of the worst days to breathe fast, what with oxygen aboard running out in roughly five minutes.The sudden blackout had knocked out lights, comms, life support, everything. Dead in the black, her beloved Last Resort was now drifting towards Umbrium, the system’s main star. To top it all off, a group of hostiles was literally banging at her door. Since her current job would be paying enough for her to retire right after, a hefty degree of risk had to be expected;...
"new" hope.
The first thing I hear every single morning of my “new” life is the irritating “beep beeep” of my alarm clock. Every time I listen to those annoying rings, I wonder whether getting up is worth it or not: every day that goes by I feel like waking up to live my “new” life is a waste of time. There’s nothing to see out there.After a sigh, I get up, leaving the comfortable warmth of my bed. “Time to eat” I mumble to myself, as I need to convince myself that I need to eat to survive. I open the cupboard, looking for something to fill my stomach with. I end up swallowing two crackers up. They taste...
Arks of Ice
Have you ever wondered what the world would look like without ninety percent of its population? No one walking the streets, no cars driving friendly neighbors, not even the twitch of a curtain pulled tight over houses now as lifeless as the dead. The dead are the ones that have it easy. They don’t have to watch as the world crumbles to pieces all around us.A world without hope is a very ugly place.Not that I see much of it anymore, anyway. Those of us that are left have been surviving in bunkers, hiding from the promise of disease on the surface and the lingering stench of death. Wewww.onedoor.cc thought we...