EXTINCTION: CHAPTER 1-3 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO RAGAROCKSTAR
ABOUT THE STORY and THE AUTHOR:
For a long time I've been writing fun/thrill filled experience in my stories that are laid back. I thought it is time for me to tryout a more mature script that demands a lot of thinking and researching. I've decided to take this challenge which has now taken its course into bringing to life a global conflict, that you readers will hopefully leave with something positive in mind. Thank you for supporting, enjoy!
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---- Hello my name is Michael Phillips, 53 and I am part of the resistance. This is my piece of the story that I have agreed to tell my past in this detailed interview so that I can be proof of the actual scenario at that point of time.
~~~ Chapter: 1 The Beginning of the end The brightness surrounded me, my eyes blinded with the hot light, was I dead?
Dead on the inside, living on the outside. Still able to breathe the unpleasant air that reminded me once again of death. I was fighting myself. I wanted to wake up. To know it was all a big dream. To know I was just sleeping in the couch, with the TV on. My two kids playing beside me. My wife cooking in the kitchen. Hoping , I opened my eyes, only to be struck with reality in its purest. I was in a hospital ward. I was in a bed with stitches going up my forehead. Slight strikes of memories from the recent past as I was in a deep sleep hit me... I had things put in to my arm... I remember vaguely, it was a chip. A chip to count you alive or dead. I could hear the doctor's voices, explaining what this was., even though they knew I was in a coma. Another memory, this one, I wanted to forget. The radiation. The end. Too many things, too soon. The end that would bring a whole new beginning, a beginning of sufferings. A beginning of internal battles, fight for survival.
As I woke up, I started to slowly see that the brightness was fading away, I felt the overwhelming cold hit my body. After a while, once my eyes began working properly, I began to remove the wires put on my arms. I powered myself to get up and to try to move my legs. I felt old, I felt weary. There was a door towards the right of my bed and I tried to open it but, it was locked (probably from the outside). So, I looked around, I scanned the whole place... only to see a calendar ripped in half. As I tried to piece it together, it read, 07/16/2035. On the piece of calendar paper was a bright red stain that read, RESISTANCE. When was this calendar last used? According to this date, I am 37 years old now? I've been dead in coma for 12 years, who knows maybe more. My kids. What about them? are they older? Surely they must have grown. Did they survive? Are they alive? All I thought of was them and my wife. Hoping they made it through, I began to search for something so I could look at my face... as I found a reflective broken glass on the floor, stained in the color of the blood. I looked at myself, I had aged too much, my life taken away from me. My energy sucked from within. What had happened to me? I looked around the room, I saw a window that was fully shut off. Bolted on. The bolts really didn't hold the window together, one hit and everything fell to reveal an actual window, this time glass not wood. As I copped my eyes to the unforgiving light, I began to see a town, rural, in the midst of something horrifying, streetlights broken, cars as ruined sheets of metal, houses trashed down to garbage. Snow covering all things. Our terraqueous planet now, turned upside down. I took a long rod that held the sheets of the window and hit the weak glass window. It broke with the slightest of my power. The first thing I sensed was the horrid smell of hell as I got adjusted to it, I looked for a way to exit out the room but, the door won't open and I was too high up to jump from the window. I looked for an alternative. There was the emergency exit stairs right below me! I took a deep breathe and I got down. The creaking stairs sounded with every step I took. One heavy step and I would be dead. A fall to another death. I heard the squeaks and creeks of the metal touching my bare feet, I carefully climbed down as I feared the ruined metal might scratch my feet. It felt longer than my coma to climb down. I made way to the last steps down, once I got near the ground I jumped. I began to look around the dirt-filled street. Cars smashed over other properties with no respect for anything. Houses that don't look like houses anymore. I began to walk as I saw a torch lying on the floor still flickering. I was thankful for the light, I picked it up with no other thought. I hit it with my hand, not too hard that it would break but just enough for it to work properly. There was one particular house that survived the horrible destruction of other houses. This one wasn't the same but, it had enough features to still remind me of a traditional house. I knocked on the door, hoping there would be someone in! I yelled, " I'm not affected by the radiation, I'm good and healthy." After a little while, I confirmed there was no one in and I opened the door, the light from the torch was the only bright source in the house. I found a switch soon enough, I turned on the lights. It was left nearly fully organized. How? I thought to myself. This house was special. It still works, it must have been constructed after the incident. But why here? Why now? I went to the kitchen and turned on the grill to keep my hands on the heat. An almost senseful feeling as the heat moved through my hands. Happiness... Relief... Free from the coldness that haunted my body. I could now think more clearly. I turned on all the heat sources. I still couldn't get over on how this house was working perfectly? I was able to take a shower, I aided myself with some warm clothes. I looked at pictures that were hanging on the walls: they seemed like soldiers with heavy machinery. I also found a watch, the time was 6:43 PM in the evening. As I settled down due to my tired body. I realized a few chances from a few moments ago; I felt completely expelled from the pain that the cold injected on me. As the sun fell down, so did I. I knew I needed to get myself up to find my family but, sleep took over my wandering brain.
