Motion Picture- Intertwining Dimensions

Prologue

  "If you ain't scared... you ain't human."

                            - James Dashner

Click the arrow above (right of xmen) to see the LHR (Last Human Resistance)

Play the xmen video to hear the music that will tell you the story of the end of the world

The Earth (2049 A.D.) (The first possibility)

A landscape of rubble and bones. There is no life. Millions of broken human skeletons and machine remains are strewn all the over the Earth. This is after the nuclear war. It first started in 2015.

Machines crunch skulls under their feet. The sky is dark and cloudy. Nothing is alive.

The Earth (2015 A.D.)

It was called the Virus. The Virus began inside the United States nuclear microchips. It slowly spread, like a cancer, until it gained access to the war codes. A man named Steve Jobs died. Apple became the worldwide computer manufacturer. Its success became so great that the US Army allowed it to make their atomic bomb chips. It didn't turn out so great.

The Virus had complete access to Apple and its nuclear bombs, so it took advantage. Russian and North Korean cities were blown to ashes. They fired back. Nukes arced the air as they traveled across the globe, blowing up cities. LA and New York fell the first day. Moscow and St. Petersburg as well. The Virus took over the internet and took control of the Russian and North Korean bombs as well. It began to fire on their own cities. Pyongyang took five nuclear bombs in the same day.

After the first week, three nations were completely destroyed. About fifty to a hundred nukes were launched "by each country per day. When the United States, Russia, and North Korea lay still, the other countries lay silent. But then the Chinese acquired nuclear war codes from the remains of a nuclear factory and lay siege to India after some past grudges. Soon enough, India's allies explored Russia and the US for nuclear factories. None were found. China began to take over. Japan fell, India fell, soon enough the entire Asian continent fell. That was when World War III began. The Virus had been forgotten when China struck. It rooted up again inside the Chinese weaponry. Guns began to fire on their own, malfunctioning and killing more Chinese soldiers than Indians. The Virus began to fire the atomic bombs in Europe and South America, and even reaching to Australia. Now, countries fell, people were killed, until the Virus lay low.

The Earth (2022 A.D.)

The countries began to die out from radiation, even after the nukes stopped manufacturing. Later, in 2023, only a small portion of the human population was left. Almost no animals remained. About 300 million humans were left in the world. They all migrated to where the war began.

The Ruins of the United States (2025 A.D.)

The humans went by foot, boarding non-electrical boats and sailing to the United States. The man whose daughter I will show you sailed on the Colombus. His name was Edward Riley. He was twenty-eight years old.

A woman sat next to him. It was his wife. Hilary Riley. She was American. So was he. They came from the remains of London. She was pregnant.

Another human sailed on the ship alone, wrapped in blankets. No, that's too harsh. Actually, more like a baby. A one year old baby boy.

The couple headed to the coast. So did the baby, crawling behind aimlessly. They stepped off. No one else did. The baby crawled onto the docks. No one waved goodbye. The Colombus sailed away.

The woman looked at the baby. So did the man. She picked him up and carried him in her arms.

When the three arrived at what had been Boston, they settled under a collapsed Marriott's front porch roof. Nuclear snow rained down. The air tasted like ash. Soon enough, the supply of oxygen began to run out. They headed inside. Lucky enough for them, a vent of air conditioning had burst open and was leaking fresh air. They sat next to it.

Unknown to them, the other people would soon die. They would trigger an explosion in the water, a Virus hijacked submarine would fire a torpedo at their cluster of ships, sinking all of them. A straight 300 million minus three. An irony too horrible to even think about. Titanic II.

The world was dead. Three humans were starving, and no one was there to help them.

The foot of snow ash blanketed everything outside. The three people huddled. The man put his arm around the woman. The woman whispered comfort to the orphaned baby. They sat with their backs to the wall.

A sound was heard inside the vent. The man paused, peeking inside. A hand reached out slowly, as for him to see it. It was gloved, and he told his wife to stay quiet. The baby needed no persuasion. His lips were frozen in fear.

An arm followed, and soon a head. A masked head. A gas masked head. Ice cold blue eyes glanced at them behind the goggles.

The entirely black clad man whispered muffled two words. "Follow me."

Completely willingly and happily, the group did so. Hilary with the baby and Edward right behind.

A demolished hotel building, Boston (2025 A.D.)

They hurried through the vents, quickly and quietly. The man had shoulder long hair, hidden inside a heavy black polyester hood. He donned a black carbon fiber cloak, with obvious bullet holes peppering all over. He wore light armor, all colored gray. A red streak went down his left leg. Not blood. A type of ranking.

The man led them to an intersection of vents. He opened an unseen trapdoor, and he fell through.

"Safe," he called up. His voice had no muffle now. It was deep and rough.

Hilary went first, then Edward. They landed on a net and Hilary landed first, cushioning the baby's own fall with her body. The man covered up the hole in the vents. The room was large. A door was at the end. Racks of masks and guns lined the walls. Bullet straps hung from pegs.

The man faced a reinforced door with lasers lining the floor. He told them to cover their ears, and they did, thinking there was a bomb. No. He was smart. He had said a voice activated command to disable the lasers and unlock the door.

They went through. Another room met them, though this one was empty. Immediately after the man closed the door, five or six other soldiers burst from hiding and hefted machine guns at the couple, at head level. The man raised his hands. They did as well. A long pat down confirmed they had nothing.

"Relax. Its just me. I brought some new arrivals," the man said. One of the masked soldiers removed his face mask. It was a woman. With a long scar running down her temple to her cheekbone.

"You're clear. Follow me."

They followed her out the door and into a hallway. It was empty. They went down the hallway. The other people who had been behind the laser door stayed behind. The first man from the vents came with them.

The woman did not speak. Nor did the man. Edward and Hilary trailed behind the woman. The baby stuck close to her chest. The other man brought up the rear.

They went through another door at the end of the hallway and went into a room. It had two bunk beds.

"Stay here for now. A couple more tests should come tomorrow, and then you'll be safe. With us. Just try to get some rest," the woman informed them. She left. The man stayed behind.

"I'll get you some food and water in an hour or so. Keep quiet and wait patiently. You're lucky, you know," he said. Then he closed the door behind him.

The two adult survivors exchanged glances. Why are we lucky?

The answer came to them almost immediately. A loudspeaker spoke electronically.

"All the survival ships have been obliterated. Repeat. OBLITERATED. Platoon 073, report to headquarters immediately."

Edward got up and said,

"Might as well rest. We have gotten here. We deserve it."

He walked to the door and reached for the light switch next to it. His hand flicked it, and they were lost in a scary type of darkness. Exactly sixty minutes after, the man came in again. He tossed Edward and his wife chip bags.

"Eat up."

As he headed back out, he stopped at the open door.

"Oh, by the way. The name's Reed. Benjamin Reed."