Armageddon

Part 1

The female's brown eyes gazed uninterestedly at the front of the classroom, oval in shape, they were as rich and moist as melting caramel. Her burgundy red hair was carefully arranged around her delicate eyebrows, cascading over her shoulders in soft curls. The computerized screen at the front of the class listed names of significant events, while a short and chubby Professor droned on about the history of a world fighting to survive. The history of the world- nearly lost after the Armageddon.

Now the Human race was fighting for its survival in an unfamiliar world.

The continent where the Human population resided was once a part of what used to be known as America, as shown in the video footage from the satellites before they lost connection. However, it was now broken into multiple pieces, making up only a portion of its former self. This settlement was the last remaining civilization of their kind that they knew of. As time passed, a type of interference hindered their technology, preventing them from seeing beyond their immediate surroundings.

Central City was the hub for Humans, bustling with activity and towering skyscrapers that seemed to reach endlessly into the sky. Surrounding the city was a massive wall, fortified with high security measures. The skies above were filled with drones and flying cars, their exhaust adding to the pollution that permeated the air. Despite their advanced technology, the Humans had yet to find a solution to this environmental issue. In response to public outcry, the Government had taken steps to mitigate the problem; some of the tallest buildings in the city served as large air filters instead of traditional structures.

Beyond the protective wall, the farmlands were mostly tended to by drones and machines, with only a handful of Human engineers to oversee them. Inside the city, there were several factions each dedicated to their specific area of expertise in order to help the town prosper while remaining confined within their enclosed boundaries. The civilization was nestled within mountains surrounded by dense forests.

The Professor raised his hand to his ear, pressing the thick pads of his fingers against the smooth curve of his earlobe. The overhead lights cast a harsh glare on his bald head, causing it to shine like polished marble. His eyes were distant and unfocused as he listened intently to whoever was speaking to him through the tiny microphone in his ear. He gave a small nod and mumbled a response before placing his tablet gently on the desk in front of him. The students in the class watched him closely, some leaning forward in their chairs with curiosity. One student's pencil slipped from their hand and rolled onto the floor, making a soft thud on the dull gray carpet that covered the classroom floor, blending in with their drab uniforms.

"I know it's rare these days to see a new face, but I wanted to let you all know we will be having a new student join our class tomorrow. I ask that you all, please be nice to him and go out of your way to help him around the city." The professor raised his tablet once again, signaling that he was ready to continue with the lesson. However, several students eagerly raised their hands, causing him to pause in his lecture. One of the students, a blonde girl sitting across from a redhead, spoke up without being called on.

"Professor, where is this guy coming from? I mean, people don't just drop out of the sky." She laughed at her joke, sparking a chuckle here and there while others nodded in agreement. In this society, there were no other schools besides those for the elite. Only families with high social status and wealth could afford to provide private tutoring for their children. These families were well-known and revered by the general public. So when someone new transferred in, it raised questions about their identity and reasons for being there.

The Professor adjusted his glasses, his expression showing his disinterest in responding to the question. He then turned his attention to the girl with burgundy hair. "Tia, let's discuss the possibilities of Human encampments in the Dark Continent then, shall we?" Tia, the redhead, sat back in her chair with a curious glance. She couldn't help but wonder why the Professor had abruptly broached that topic.