Don't Let Them Grow (Extinct Their Growth) - Blighted

Chapter 1: The End is Reaping.

Warning: These Chapters will or may contain depictions of violence, strong language and adultery that may not be suitable for some readers.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons, organization, religions and events are only coincidences and used in a fictional manner.

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[New York City, June 8, 2045]

Faded noises of police sirens was all what could be heard. Time was moving slowly as if it was a snail. A woman holding a child by his hand; was running through the crowded and demolished city. The woman has blond hair, with blue eyes, while the boy has black hair and eyes. They arrived at a large populated area of the city, were robots with guns in hand helped people into helicopters.

Behind them a large explosion was seen and heard by all the people at that area. Buildings behind them started to crumble to the ground, begining a large dust cloud. Debris flew towards the woman and child and everyone one else. Everyone took cover, trying to find anything to protect themselves from the debris. A large piece metal fly towards a robot and severed it's head.

Sparks jumps out from inside the metal neck of the machine. The woman take cover behind the severed machine. She holds the child tightly in her arms as she brace for impact.

Dust and rubble filled the streets. Robots and people were cut down by flying debris. A dusty dead body of a man with half chapped off head, fell at the woman's feet, who was covering herself and the child behind a decapitated robot.

The long blond of the woman flew with the rushing wind from the explosion.

The woman spat out a word to the child, "Hold on!".

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"Argghhh!", A young male jolt to life from his bed.

He sighs at himself, "It's was just another nightmare", brushing his hand through his deep black hair.

In his room was a dirty mess. Almost all belongings were rested on the floor. Cobwebs and dust populated the room mostly. The male jumps out of his bed, revealing his naked body. He starts rummage through his belongings, which were on the dusty and cold floor.

He finds a white shirt with brown stains and black crunched up jacket, which hides the messy white shirt. He puts on the shirt and jacket, before take up a grey joggers and putting it on. He walks up to the metal door. Once and he runs his hand through his black hair; making it untidy.

He opens the door and walks out into the bright outdoors. He closes his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. He open back his eyes, forcing himself to see. When his eyes adjust, he sees a large crowd of people walking about. He began his walk towards his destination.

[1905th Shelter Shuttles, December 14, 2052. Level 1]

"*Yawn!*", In the middle of his walk, he let out a yawn to relief himself from his tiredness.

He continued to walk, when he spotted a large mob of people holding signs upright in their hands, while following behind a man in a suit with soldiers guiding and protect him. Walking towards the mob made the place seem to got louder. While passing he read some of the signs. 'Equal Treatment', 'We Are Dieing', 'Better Treatment' was some of what was written on the signs. The mob voices got louder as a few soldiers tried to calm them down.

The boy continued his journey through a more silent place. He walked between a series of homes. An uneasy feeling climbed up the boys spine. The alley was awfully quiet. The boy gathered all of his courage and continued walking through the ally.