English Story (Assignment) -Hope

The year is 2081, everything has changed dramatically over the past 5 years. The planet that was once known as Earth is now being taken over by cyborgs. There are only a couple of hundred humans left now. Everyone else has been changed into one of them. Lucky for me I have been able to keep running further and further away, while others have given up.

Currently I have been able to sneak into an isolated house without being caught out by the dozens of cyborg guards roaming the streets. Straight away I swiftly crept into the kitchen to look for food. I haven’t been able to find anything in what seems like days. As I found helpful essential supplies I slipped them into my old, ragged bag. I then slowly paced up the staircase. I made my way inside what looked like a mother’s old room. I suddenly saw visions of a poor mother trying to escape from the cyborgs that had now taken over the world. I also saw a younger looking girl standing in the doorway crying, begging them to release her mother. The sad thing was that those visions were of my mother and younger sister Bailey. They weren’t able to escape. I, on the other hand, was saved by my father. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down the stairs. Once he got to the front door his exact words were, ‘Run Hope, and never stop!’ That was just before he went in the opposite direction to me. I never found out what happened to him.

That was 2 years ago; I’m now the age of 16. Every day I think about where he could be and if he was safe like me. He is truly my hero. My mother and sister on the other hand got transformed into one of them. Now when I say one of them I mean heartless, emotionless cyborgs. When I saw them for the first time after the incident I thought they were fine, until I noticed their blank faces. These cyborgs looked exactly like every other human; however the inside of them is completely different. The reason I knew this was from my reliable friend Tyler that I was currently helping out.

I met him a month ago. I was scavenging through an abandoned home. As I was about to pick up water I was shocked to hear a loud thud. I thought it was one of them. The noise was coming from the nearby window. I cautiously peered around the corridor to see young man covered in glass, with a knife in hand. I slowly crept over to him, being careful of where I stepped. As I got closer to him he yelled, “They’re coming! Wait are you one of them?! Get away from me!” The troubled boy yelled. I then noticed blood dripping from his arm. I didn’t reply, instead I went back to find a first aid kit. I found it under the bathroom sink and walked back out to fix his arm. I stopped walking when I realised he was no longer by the window. My breath hitched in the back of my throat when I felt the cool blade pressing against my skin. “I’m not a bloody cyborg! Get off me!”

“Then why weren’t you replying?” He said stepping away from me.

From that day on we have been looking at for each other.

All of a sudden I was snapped out of my visions by the sound of someone beating down the front door. It was them. I got changed into my mother’s old clothes as fast as I possibly could. Before I knew it they were inside searching the house. I could hear them searching everything in the kitchen and lounge room. Once I was changed I picked my bag up and threw it over my shoulder. In an instant I attempted to sneak back out the front door. Before I could even exit the room I was caught. They saw me. A female cyborg that looked around my age and an older looking cyborg started making their way towards me. I was frightened, I had nowhere to go. I decided that it would be best for me to head back inside my mother’s past bedroom. I started looking around everywhere, but I didn’t find a thing. As they came closer my heart race began to increase rapidly. This was definitely not the way I wanted to leave the world. As they entered the room I was cornered. Nowhere to go, no-one to save me. I knew that my time had come. All of a sudden a heard a very familiar voice from my childhood calling my name, ‘‘Hope.’’ Thoughts from my childhood came flooding back. I felt warm and safe from the sound of his voice. That was until I looked up. I saw his blank face. I knew that my father was no longer my hero. I knew that now all hope was gone. My father was no longer who he used to be. He was no longer the happy, optimistic, fighting man he used to be. Just before I gave in completely I gave one last look outside the window to see the bright blue, clear sky calling.