Our world was never perfect. Wars, finical crisis, pollution, damn potholes. It was far from perfect but most people founds ways to work around the worlds quirks. However, now? Now we all live in Hell.
It was July 10th, 2018. I woke up early that morning to the sound of sirens wailing and people screaming and shouting like I had been for a while now. I sat straight up on the twin sized cot I had been restlessly sleeping on for the past few nights. I looked around the tiny, worn down shack. Aaron was no where in sight and I didn't dare call out his name and take the risk of someone finding our hiding spot. I threw the blanket to the side and swung my legs over the bed and set my bare feet onto the cold concrete floor. It actually felt nice to feel the cold on part of my body. This July has been unbearably hot. I was already dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a dark green tank top. My chin length black hair fell right into place as it always did. I grabbed a can of peaches from my back pack in the corner of the one room shack. After I scarfed down the entire can I paced for a half an hour just waiting for Aaron to come back for me. However, I couldn't wait any longer. I took a hand gun out of Aaron's duffel bag, made sure it was loaded and made sure I had extra weapons and ammo in the duffel bag and back pack. I grabbed both bags and slowly, with my gun drawn, walked out of the shack set way back in the woods. I was on my own for now.
I knew where he was going. I begged him to not go there and last night he said he wouldn't but he had been saying if he turned himself in, things would be better for the world. Better for me. That's what the government told us but I didn't trust them. I guess Aaron did. I know he was just looking out for me and that he loved me unconditionally but if I ever find him again, I'm gonna kill him.
I continued running to town but slowed my pace when I got to the first street and saw a solider gunning down a civilian not under the control. I tried not to scream when the solider shot the young man, probably in his twenties, in the head when he resisted arrest. I sent up a quick prayer for the man and went on my way. I tried to mimic the actions of the people under the control. They were all working. Mostly burning or burying bodies. Their eyes were empty and their minds were focused on the one thing they were doing. They were like robots. "Don't look in anyone's eyes. They'll know you aren't under the control. Just look straight ahead or at the ground." Aaron's instructions replayed in my mind and I obeyed as if he were here telling me what to do. I looked straight ahead and walked in a perfect straight line. A solider stepped into my path and was walking towards me. I avoided his eyes by picking up a shovel on the ground to make him think I was working. I waited for him to walk away. My mistake was looking behind me. He was watching me. "Hey you!" I ran. "Stop!" He started firing his shot gun at my back but I dodged them by running between building. I lost him after a while and finally slide my back down the side of a building to catch my breath. I looked around the corner when I heard a gunshot followed by a woman's piercing scream. She landed with a thud right along side of me. She looked like she was about 20 years old; my age. Her hair was dark like mine, maybe a bit longer, light freckles danced across her cheeks and nose. However, what really haunted me were her eyes. The same color as mine, her blue eyes stared up at me. They were bleeding of sorrow and pain. There was no longer the gleam of all life had in-store for her. I gagged at the large puddle of blood spilling from the back of her head and seeping into the soil beneath us. I pushed myself harder against the wall and cried silently for her. I wanted to scream and avenge her but it didn't make sense. I didn't know this girl.
I closed my eyes tight and went back in time.
Stay tuned, guys! I'll be working on part two very soon! I hope you enjoyed part one. Let me know what ya'll thought!