I wake up to the sound of helicopters flying overhead, the thick chopping sound of the blades jarring me from my slumber. Light glistens in through the cracks in the blinds on my window. The noises didn't bother me and I wasn't curious in the slightest, for I knew what was going on. Today was August 28th 2060, Gathering Day.
Today was the day that humanity took a giant leap towards the future. The rapid desertification of our planet forced people to take shelter underground. After the deaths of many innocent people, the government decided to take action.
Shelters were built in the most stable parts of Earth, with each shelter being designated for an age group. With me being 15, I was to go to the 14-17 shelter. Even though my family would be separated, it was for the better. The government promised that we would be reunited with our families once conditions lessened.
The movement process was to be massive, the whole world moving into these camps all at once. This process would take many days, but again, it was for the better.
My name is Sam, and the following novel is my account of how I survived Gathering Day.
