apocalypse

I

It has been around 19 months since the virus took down the women in the world.

Some men think nothing will change, it will be better. But they haven't realised we are the last humans on Earth.

Unless they find a way to get a man pregnant.

The virus destruction was named 'The Rapture.' I suppose it was to make it seem a little better then it was.

It wasn't.

I almost forget my mother's face, whenever I forget I just slip my picture from my pocket and watch it for long moments, memorising her thin figure, wavy brown hair and her radiant smile.

The picture was of Mum, Dad and I. Standing and smiling.

Mum had died earlier in 'The Rapture'. In a way I'm happier, she didn't know what would happen, well, until she knew there was no chance.

It was only the start back then.

Dad has become more and less fatherly. We each own a gun, for when the world has gone to shit, more shit goes down.

For the first few months it was crazy, men coming to terms with what was happening. They lost wives, sisters, mothers, friends.

Then they started blaming it on each other. Street fights became regular, people were killed by their neighbours.

We had to move away from people.

Because let me give you some advice. In an apocalypse, never trust anyone.

So it was just me and my dad for a while.

Until we found a camp.

They were keeping a baby, her name was Sienna. A girl.

Somehow.

The group and us looked over the child.

We fought for her when Dr. Seinsnield, a German scientist wanted to take her.

He didn't even care for the fate of the human race. He just missed his wife, if you get what I mean.

But Sienna ended up dying anyway.

Now, moments after the battle I was separated from the group, running through the forest.

A shot fired, and I flinched my head down out of instinct.

I took a sharp left, trying to dodge the people chasing me.

I glanced behind me, taking my eyes off my route.

I smacked into a large man, a long beard covered his face and in his hand he carried a machine gun.

Using his free arm he shoved me aside without sparing a glance and used rapid fire towards he men until they each dropped dead.

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The man's grip on my arm was tight as he dragged me to an unknown destination.

Well, unknown until we reached a stone coloured door on a large rock in the middle of the forest.

He dragged me through a maze of hallways and doors. Before I knew it I was stripped down and standing in a cold shower.

Once I was finished I peaked outside the shower making sure I was alone, before spotting a towel and wrapping it firmly around my waist.

I caught sight of myself in a mirror. I've forgotten how much time has really passed.

I've lost the last of the chubbiness in my face, my bone structure was slightly more prominent, and my chest was toned.

My hair was longer then before, but shorter then I expected. Especially since I haven't cut it since Mum...

They supplied me with jeans that slightly bagged around the legs, (just a size too big), a dark grey top, a blue flannel and some fresh socks and jocks.

My breath hitched, where was my stuff?

I swung my head around fanatically. Finally, I caught sight of a large trash bag. Quickly ripping a hole in it, I snatched my photo and clang onto it.

There was a knock at the door. "Just a minute!" I called. Fumbling for the jocks and pants, shoving them on.

The door creaked, and revealed a man around the age of 50.

"Ah welcome." He smiled.

I just stared at him. Not making a move.

"I highly suggest you put on your shirt and request that you follow me."

Oh.

Rushing, I threw the shirt over my head, pulling it down and tying the flannel around my waist,. Then ran to catch up.

"I must admit our 'space' as you may say, isn't very pleasant."

"Who says I'm staying? I didn't want to be here!" I snapped.

He stopped suddenly. "That's not up to you." He replied calmly.

"Then whose it up to then" I yelled.

"Destiny." He pushed my into a cell, closing the doors. But instead of bars, it was a type of plastic. Like somewhere in an asylum.

Exactly like an asylum.

"I'm Chester by the way." He said, gripping in the circles used for air.

"I'm Casey." I snarled back. "And it won't be the last you hear of me."

He grinned. "I'm sure it won't. You're here after all."

With a final pause, he walked off.

I sighed and turn around to my right.

Believe me when I say I have never been as shocked in my life.

Standing there.

Before my own eyes.

Supposed to be dead.

In every cell.

Looking terrified.

Were women.

Yes this was bad but I'm half asleep :)