Supernova

Home on the Range

Date: June 21, 2067

Time: 2:12 am

Subject: Home on the range

----Chase----

The night was longer these days. Less and less sunlight stretched through the thick dust clouds soaking up our once pure atmosphere. My heart beat soundly as I perched on top of a silo viewing everything around me. I saw Outcomes mindlessly moping around through the farms tunnels and corn fields. One of them had gotten their head launched off from the power crop sprinklers. They still curiously surrounded them poking them with their worn and torn hands. I was just waiting for approximately six am when their heads would be rocketed off again. I laughed softly to myself at that thought. I had travelled a great distance since the rave in the city with Outcomes. I stayed in the small down ofHullbridge,Coloradowith all the redneck Outcomes and their inbred children.

Out here there were more dangerous and frightening Outcomes as well as scenery, but there were less of them and it was easier to hide here. Soon I would make my way toAlaskaand hide away in the snowy areas. Outcomes didn’t live near snow. The climates were to harsh for them to survive. I wondered if Elijah had gone there. She was the one who had told me that piece of information. I knew deep in my heart that if I hadn’t gotten my intelligence skills from this radiation I would have long ago been dead. No I wouldn’t I’m capable of survival. Face it, I’m not… I hit myself upon my head to knock out these bipolar thoughts of mine. I needed medicine, but there wouldn’t be a drug store around for miles.

Maybe if I had taken my medicine like I was supposed to before, Elijah and I would still be together. Never mind her, she probably is sticking her tongue down all of those boys throats behind each one of their backs. She’s a no good whore. She liked Ezekial the whole time. She could never be happy with just me. I could see why though, I’m crazy. No I’m not I just needed love. I thought she could help me, but she was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Why does my heart still beat for the one who destroyed me? I punched the silo’s roof with my scrawny pasty white arm and then rubbed my knuckles on my stained white jumpsuit. I needed to change, but I knew there wasn’t a shopping mall for 281.937 miles northeast from these coordinates. I sighed as I gazed down below. I was to smart to jump and end my depressing life, but I wanted to inside.

The sound waves flickered in my vision ever so slightly when an Outcome would groan or a terrified cow bounded across the field. All the animals fled at the beginning to underground caverns from my scientific studies, but some of the lower brained animals didn’t register the memo. They probably were the farm animals who were experimented with inserting human organs inside them to see how they could maintain. There is no other explanation why they would be still here. I thought it was cruel to take away animals defenses, especially for someone’s own foolish research. Yet I found it oddly fascinating as well. I felt I would be good at something like that. I had many talents. My one I used a lot was screwing things up. I hit my head again to maintain positive focus. I was good at computers, art, science, and math especially, oh and writing, I was in the gifted program in school with Elijah and Aiden. Sadly also Ezekial, except he went to another school so I didn’t have to see him. Except for the time at the gifted field trip to the amusement park. Elijah talked to him and it made me so angry. I bawled my fists up and changed the subject inside my head by deciding I wasn’t really good at computers, I just pretended I was.

My stomach grumbled from lack of dinner. The last meal I had had was an instant ramen 45 hours ago. I made my foolish yet bold move to climb down the silo’s ladder to venture for food. It seemed like something Elijah would smile at. I gritted my teeth as I though of her. Foolish, foolish me. At the bottom the grass was hard frozen from the cold. It was June and it was forty-five degrees. It was improbable these days of how hot or cold the air would be. My brain still tried to configure the weather accounts and from its estimates it seems to be dropping, but other days it estimates it’s getting warmer. Like I said it is completely improbable.

An Outcome grumbled and hissed as it began running towards me. I was a soccer star so I was quick as a rabbit. It tripped over its own unstable legs and began crawling after me. My brain had pinpointed more Outcomes heading in from the northwest and I began to head south instead. I ran through the tunnel bumping into a seven foot hunched over Outcome. It’s high viscosity filled saliva dripped out of its gummy jaws onto my angular pale face. I gulped and did what first came in my head. I kicked it where the balls should be. All the happened as a cloud of dust fell onto the ground and it let out a snort of confusion. I cursed under my breath and swarmed around it as it yanked my arm back. I yanked with all my effort and mixtures of fear in my brain waves to be set free. More Outcomes came up on the land radars in my intensely high intelligent vision. They were coming to eat some dinner. I turned around and bit its finger tasting some fowl decomposed skin on my tongue. It loosened just enough for me to make a run past it. Runners bounded behind me and my breathing was fast paced as well as my speed. I dashed into the corn field. Smart move. I knew this was a terrible move actually, but I decided to use sarcasm at an inappropriate time. Corn stalks swished loudly as I ran not knowing where I was going or what was around me. More corn stalks swished farther ahead and of course farther behind. They were close, but my eyes could not focus on the radar long enough to register the exact latitude and longitude coordinates. So it estimated for me. Estimation was not good enough because as I took a sharp left a meaty and deranged face beamed back at me in what was the sliver of moonlight through the dust clouds. I ran forwards bumping into another. I soon realized I was surrounded with nowhere to go.

Elijah would no what to do. I used my mind to its fullest inspecting quickly all possible outcomes. It seemed the most logical and probable of success was diving underneath their legs. So I did. I took off running dodging more Outcomes coming my way ripping at my Jumpsuit. I could feel my chest fully showing now and maybe my rectum too. The wind blistered at my skin. I dove out of the side of where the cornfield ended to the west and leaped over the barbwire fence. Outcomes soon reached it, but I was already to far ahead as they were trying to make it over the fence. All it did was tear through more layers of rotten tissue on their bodies or tore off hanging pieces caked is Outcome residue. I wiped sweat off my forehead as I leapt in the side of a yellow pick up truck. I felt an arm around me and looked over thinking an Outcome, but instead it was just a poor dead man leaning back in the seat with his temples bloody and his eyes rolled back in his head. I sighed in relief as I took the key from his dead hands that were in position to start the car, but he never made it that far. I leaned over his corpse and opened the door when I felt the hand slide up to my neck forcing my head to stay down. I struggled and saw the Outcomes bounding closer. I breathed hard and scared as he chewed on my long dyed black hair trying to reach my tender oily scalp. I jabbed the key into his stomach and quickly flung my head back. A little to fast because it slammed against the passenger door. Outcomes jumped into the pick up trucks backseat and tried climbing through the open drivers door as well as bang on the closed passenger one. I pushed out the dead man with my feet and slammed the door as well as locked it.

Just as you suspected the engine failed to start. I even said those cheesy movie lines. “Start, start, start!” No use. Windows cracked and hands reached through but not close enough to hurt me yet. Unlike the movies the truck ended up starting before the last minute and it drug the bodies of deserving Outcomes with it. I smiled a small smile, but a smile as I drove onto the old country road with Outcome arms stuck in the cracks of the windows still flopping around.