Don't Forget The Last Known Survivor

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Okai I have been offline for some time now and I apologise. This is my exam year and I have been struggling a lot so I wrote a creative writing piece for my folio and since I haven't uploaded in ages I thought I'd share it with youuu! I hope you like like because tbh i'm proud of it, its exactly 1000 words and I thought it was quite interesting.

So here we goooooo!

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"Ground Control to Major Tom

Your circuit's dead,

there's something wrong"

I never knew that was the last gig I would ever do in my life or the last time I would ever see the world the way it used to be. Looking back, I think the disaster happened about seven years ago, I was only seventeen. To be honest I cannot really remember how the world used to look, I can only remember it was a lot more lively and vibrant from what it is now. Now the place is in ruins the fire burnt most things, there is very little water and I have been hunting for decent food for about three days now. The last thing I ate was a raw egg, does not sound splendid, does it?

As far as the human population goes, it is nearly forgotten. I am not exactly sure how many of us there are but I have only come across one person since the natural disaster and that just so happened to be my friend Lucca from Washington, which is where I am now. I have managed to get to the capital on my perilous journey from Los Angeles. It is a bit like Grand Theft Auto and Call of Duty when I come to think on it. Parts of the Earth combusted and the ozone layer has an enormous crack in it, but in the parts of the Earth's crust that have been blown up have fossils in them. I am now convinced and have hard proof that there are or have been other life forms living on or visiting Earth.

My recollection of when I first came across one was spine-chilling, I remember it clear as day. I followed a road through a forest when I came across a billboard on the side of the road which was advertising an asteroid collision in the north of America which would most likely wipe out most of humanity. Under it was a tremendous pit, I saw something sticking out the side and got curious so I started using my hands to dig a smaller crater into the larger one to come across bones. Bones that where longer than ours with a long-structured skull. Unexpectedly I was thrown out of the crater which caused a broken hand and a burst knee, just to get up and sprint away in shock of what I seen. A monster.

If I recall correctly, it was a strange looking creature. Honestly, it kind of resembled a mix between Gollum from The Lord of The Rings and a gremlin except it had immoderately sharp, lengthened teeth and claws. One of the reasons I referred to Call of Duty is because after witnessing that and surviving I went to the safest place I knew. The place where a gun shop used to be. I grabbed whatever I could find, which included 50 rounds for the scorpion I found and 30 rounds for the hand gun. I had to protect myself one way or another. I reached down to pick up the scorpion and carry out normal safety precautions to make sure it is fit to travel.

•    Check safety, yes

•    Cocking handle to the rear, yes

•    Is the bolt, barrel, chamber and magazine housing clear, yes

•    Working parts forward, forward assist, yes

•    Safety off, aimed shot, safety on, yes

•    Load magazine, check

And it is now safe for traveling, good job I was in cadets before or I would not have a clue about a weapon. It is strange to think about it, you never know what will help you in the future. Back at the pit then I was just glad I was still alive and did not die a slow, painful death from the monster, slowly ripping me apart piece by piece while I was still breathing.

Bang.

Shot in the head but is still breathing.

Bang.

Shot in the heart at close range due to panic.

What have I done? I have just killed a living thing. It does not matter that it was a monster, it still breathes. That was the moment when I realised it was one for all and all for one. Everyone against everyone. Creature against creature. Now I am paranoid because I always need to be cautious in case of an attack from any kind of species, and I need to hang tough with my sustained injuries due to attacks.

I have changed a lot over the years. This experience has shaped me to be like a dangerous machine, no emotion, only trauma. I am completely and utterly traumatised by this situation. Now I know why NASA never told us the sorry truth of fugitives we call aliens – the creatures who fly around the universe in their circular UFO's – because if they did then we would all be traumatised. The aliens would come to earth and destroy us for understanding that they are different, more superior life forms, though some are just ravage beasts. Right now, I am lying in a tunnel created by rubble, it is a tight squeeze. It will keep me safe but not for long I cannot move though, I feel safe here. I am so sorry for the tears and blood on this piece of writing. I am writing to whoever found this. This story did happen and is bound to happen again. I pity your species for I do not know if you are human or alien, I am sorry you had to rebuild the planet, I am sorry you had to hunt for food and water because we had it all and we never looked after it.

I am now twenty-four. It has been seven years since my last gig, where it all began. I am sorry you were the one to find this note. I am now too weak to fight or hunt for food and I cannot take it anymore.

•    Load weapon, yes

•    Cock weapon, yes

•    Fire weapon,

Bang!

Check.