Okay, so I have a repeated version up at the top. Here is the normal version:
I was going to put both videos at the top, but it would only let me put one. So if you want to listen to the song while you read, play the top one. If you don't want to listen to it while you read, listen to the bottom one. The top one has a video without lyrics, and the bottom one has a video with lyrics. I hope all of this makes sense. It will be this way for every chapter.
The song that has inspired this story is Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.
Okay, everything is all worked out hopefully. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Alright, with no further delays, let's begin.
The Only Hope
I looked out the window of the old school bus. It was raining. Acid rain most likely. Harmless unless it touched any living organism. I looked around the bus to make sure all windows were closed. They were.
As we drove on our endless journey, there was nothing but wreckage and damage. Nothing but fires. Nothing but destruction. Most plants and animals were dead. Few were salvaged and brought to indoor farms. Food was very scarce.
This all started 20 years ago. An army of giant robots sent from a different planet attacked the planet. Earth won, but suffered greatly. The robots were all dismantled but released chemicals harmful to the human race. The chemicals brought diseases and suffering. Many died. There were few survivors. They were sent to a safe place, but eventually caught the disease and died.
All of the current survivors never take of hazmat suits. They were born in places that sealed off outside air. They are trying to save the human race.
I am among the generation of children who are human race's last hope. The only chance of survival. Each of us were born in one of the places that cleansed the air from the outside. The adults were all scientists, trying to find a way to make us immune to the diseases. In my generation, a boy and a girl were paired together and given a form of treatment and were sent away to other facilities that would give the next step to the treatment. There is hope that one day a pair will be immune and will save the human race. The bus ride is really just a way to test if we are immune to the chemicals in the air. This has been my routine for the past 14 years of my life.
I looked out of the bus window again. The clouds gave such a dreary effect. Everything was dull and lifeless. I saw one of the giant alien robots. There was fire burning on it that has been fueled for the last 20 years.
"Listen up," Dr. Allen said from the aisle at the front of the bus. He was wearing a white hazmat suit. A mark that he was watching over the next generation. The generation of hope. "We will be arriving to the next science facility in a few hours. You all may talk quietly until we get there. But the moment I tell you to be quiet, you better be quiet. That's all."
He sat back in his seat and the quiet chatter began. The 20 pairs of people on the bus managed to keep their voice at a low level.
"You shouldn't look out the window so much," Drake said to me. He was the person I was paired with.
"Why shouldn't I?" I asked, turning to look at him.
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