Resilience - Bellamy Blake (slow chapter updates bc school)

Prologue

Life on the ark was not all you'd expect it to be. Although the view we have of the earth is nothing less than spectacular, solely existing inside of an immense tin can is not anyone's ideal way of living. The echo of worn shoes clambering against a solid titanium floor will never fail to send shivers down my spine, as though it is a reminder I'll never live to see what life is like on earth.

At seventeen years old, I was a third generation ark survivor.

Despite the many times I have been told to consider myself a survivor, I feel as if I am just merely existing. It is a less than optimal situation that my counterparts and I are dismally the last of the human race just floating about in the desolation of space. I fantasize that I'll live to witness the day we are finally able to descend back to earth, but unfortunately it's unrealistic as the idea of a descent is still more than one hundred years away...

For eleven months and counting, I've been trapped in a dingy prison cell. I'm classified as a juvenile delinquent; and was 'lucky' enough not to have been floated into space for my supposedly criminal action. Often, I contemplate how much better off I would have been if I was of age to have been floated.

Lately, life consists of three meals a day and a lousy amount of sleep on a bed that feels as if it's made of solid rock. Once and a while, my mother; Raelyn visits. She is an official member of the ark council and a close acquaintance to our Chancellor Thelonious Jaha. Contrary to what my mother believes, it was ultimately Jaha's descision that sent my father afloat into the infinite darkness of outer space.

I remember it all. I remember the look on my fathers face, and his last words. For months now, the ark has been slowly but undoubtedly begun to cease to perform. It is gradually becoming unable to sustain the life it contains.

It was my father who made the discovery of the onset failure of the ark. He wanted all families to recognize that soon would come their inevitable death. The council thought otherwise. My father believed everyone had the right to know what was occurring in their very own home. The council, including my mother, would have none of this, and within the blink of an eye, my father was gone forever into the depths of the unknown.

Fast forward to the present, and I remain imprisoned for attempting to accomplish the same task as my father. I would wish to know what was happening, so why wouldn't anybody else? Thanks to the help of my former friend Wells Jaha; also known as the chancellor's son, I'm stuck in a tiny concrete box within an enormous steel dwelling.

The only concept keeping my heart beating is the thought of the earth. Although I've never been, I can only imagine the pure scent of fresh air or the gleam of a flowing river bed. I create mental images in my mind of the swift deep green provided by the trees. I want to feel the breeze run through my hair and behold the beauty of a blooming flower.

I would give anything to experience just one second of earth's elegance. Unfortunately, mankind long ago soaked earth in radiation and poisoned the air. All that remains down there now are clouds of heavy gray fog and mounds of dust where nature's greatest wonders of the world used to be.

At least the nuclear war taught mankind one thing; never take anything for granted, because look at where the hell we ended up.

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I hope you enjoyed the prologue:)) I'd like to continue this story so if you could comment and let me know whether you want to read more that'd be amazing!! Thank you❤️