“‘We got a live one!’Muted footsteps moved closer. The sound of heavy breathing followed. I couldn’tmove. Every muscle in my body ached and screamed in pain. I could feel thepresence of people around me, but I still couldn’t fi nd enough strength inMore“‘We got a live one!’Muted footsteps moved closer. The sound of heavy breathing followed. I couldn’tmove. Every muscle in my body ached and screamed in pain.
I could feel thepresence of people around me, but I still couldn’t fi nd enough strength in me toopen my eyes.‘How bad?’‘Bad.’Something pried my eyelids open. I could see the dark sky above me. Nothing butblack dust. Four large people sat around my body. All were dressed in bulky whitesuits so that they weren’t exposed to the outside air. And here I was lying in the dirtvulnerable and hurt.
I couldn’t see their eyes through the helmets they wore, but Iknew they were all looking at me. Suddenly, there was a fl ash of white light- thenI was plunged back into the dark. My eyes had fallen closed again.‘What do we do?’‘There’s no room left in the truck for the half dead.
We need to fi nd survivors. Leaveher. It doesn’t look like it has much longer anyway.’ The voice held authority.‘What about the boy?’‘Been dead for days. Let’s go.’Their footsteps moved away, but there was still a presence left behind. It waseerily silent other than my ragged breathing. Then came the sound of a gunloading, and cocking. Slowly, I found it in me to open my eyes. With my eyeshalf open, I stared at the man above me. The white suit he wore reminded meof a spaceman.He had a gun in his hand, and it was pointed down at me.”He was a soldier.
Working for what government was left after theapocalypse of WW3.I was a survivor, a part of a resistance group, living in the destroyedremains of the city. We stood against everything they stood for and forthat we had become a problem.We should have shot each other dead on sight...but fate had otherplans for us...