10 Years Ago || Polaris Training Ground, the Surface
The visions were blurry for Elixabeth. There were kids about her age, 10-12 years old. They were calling her, having fun and laughing as they each had a can of soda in their hands; running around like happy monkeys. There stood a senior, who looked a bit older than them, smiling as she attempted to gather the kids. It was fuzzy, but Elixabeth was sure that the senior had dark skin and darker fluffy brown hair. She couldn't recall what the senior looked like, only fragmented pieces of who she might be.
"Alex! You got soda all over my clothes!" the boy with blonde hair yelled, bickering as Alex accidentally spilt his drink while opening the can.
"Well, if you were never this close to me, it wouldn't get onto your clothes! Quit yelling all the time, Leonard!" Alex yelled back.
The others laughed and giggled while the two bickered. Elixabeth felt a tingling feeling of warmth from the exchange. They were like brothers, play fighting all the time.
Elixabeth walked among them, with her share of canned soda. There were chatters and bickers; a calm feeling of security, how she wished that life could've been real from the get-go.
"Don't ruffle my hair like that! You psycho!" Leonard yelled in frustration as Alex rested his arms on Leonard's head, messing up the well-done hairstyle. They all found a spot where they could hang out for a bit; it was a small corner by the cafeteria building, with dumpster vibes but they live for the worst.
"Could you guys ever quit arguing all the time and do something serious for once? Leonard, stop yelling all the time; Alexander, you're the oldest one here, quit the act," the girl with pigtails scolded.
"I'm sorry..." the young Keith whimpered as he slowly approached the group.
"No one is mad at you, Keith. Teressa is just being an old lady again!" Leonard teased.
"What did you just say?" The boys all gulped in union as Teressa's face turned red with anger.
Elixabeth jolted as the senior gently pressed her cheeks with the ice-cold can, pulling her back from spacing out. A croaky voice came from a distance, calling for them. The kids waved back, and that was the last of everything.
That was the last of everything before it all went black.
The apocalypse took everything from her.
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Nuclear 531
Science FictionUpdating once every two weeks on Friday starting from 31st May 2024! In the year 2567, human civilization lived peacefully in the clouds high above the ground. Skytopia was the last hope for humanity. Safe from the infected ones down below. Scientis...
