Playing God

Chapter 1 How Will it End

That day was 7 years ago. I am Clay and my family is dead, I am 18 now. I wake up and climb down from my bunk check on my John. He's gone. I check the next bunk, I see someone in the bottom, but no one in the top. I head to the bathroom to wast my face but when I turn on the lights I see a red mark on the wall. I open the shower and see John with a hole in his head and a gun in his mouth. Next to him a bottle of pills half emptied and another body. No note.
I walk through the halls looking into other rooms, I see doctors tending to people. Patients sleeping in agony, probably having nightmares about our downfall. I ended up here by car. I was trying to drive away from a flood but I crashed after my front tires popped. A group of people found me and took me here.
I leave the bunker that was once a hospital to see more destruction, another earthquake I'm guessing. I guess everything played out as predicted. I head to the Hospital library to see if there are any books about the end. I open the first book I find on the subject .
'There are 2 possible ways the world could end for us. The first being the second coming of Christ. I can say that won't happen'.
"He's got that right..." I say under my breath. 'The second being plague and destruction which is most likely. But when will these things happen. Well at the time when we need to stop clearly. By the end of the world we will be playing 'God''
The rest of the book is just burnt pages and other theories about creation and time. But I notice something very eire. By the year 2019 we found a new energy recourse that made everything possible. We accomplished wonders for two years until everything came crashing down. First the destruction of the power source, then people couldn't get their new body parts that we were making. We were playing God, and we depended on it. But once we couldn't save ourselves, we lost hope. Where are we now?
I head back into the building just to hear a bell. Breakfast. I walk to the cafeteria and grab a tray. Our food consists of a few things, fruit, meat, water. Today we have orange slices, a bit of oatmeal, and water. I sit down and begin to eat, Quinton walks over and sits down next to me.
"Where's John?" He asks. I look at him sadly, "He, he's gone." I say. We eat somberly for the rest of our meal. After breakfast we are supposed to have an assembly. I wait for the next bell, when it goes off I'm first to get to my seat in the hospital lobby, or the new auditorium.
We start off as usual, people come up and talk about our food shortages the new curfews for patients and how not to get hurt here. Then someone who I haven't seen gets up, he announces himself,
"I am Matthew Wershan, I am the head of the IPD. Otherwise known as the World Power Distributors. As you probably have guessed we don't do much, now that there's no one to give power to. Our officered were placed nearby, but they were burnt down in a misfortunate event. We came here and we had to make a deal to keep our lives. We bring you power, your bring us hospitality. But to do this we need a team, a group of people willing to leave the confinement of this large bunker. Who is willing to go?"
He lifts his hands up like he's celebrating. No one wants to leave our safety for a rotten, rabid, scorched, scarred land, except Carl. Carl doesn't have a last name, but Quinton and I gave him one, well secretly. It's suck up. He gets up and walks on stage proudly. Matthew still has his hands raised, he needs more people.
"I guess we will draw names, or bunk numbers. Everyone continue with your day." Matthew declares. Quickly the head of our bunker runs up stage and grabs the microphone. "Please! Someone please! We need volunteers." She is ushered off stage by a guard.
I head back to my room, my bunk is already numbered 13. Of course I get the unlucky number. I lay down ignoring the bells for the rest of the day, I try to get some rest I haven't had a dream in weeks.