My name is Rhianna. I was born on May 19th, 2248. I am now 15 years old, in the year 2253.
In the early 22nd century, around 2121, a series of catastrophic events practically destroyed the earth. Survivors were forced north into the retched tundra. Where life is near impossible for humans.
Before all the horrible natural disasters, there were about nine billion people on Earth. Now, the are less than three hundred million. And the population is decreasing every day. The ice caps are melting rapidly, and people are falling through the ice to chilling deaths.
My sister was one of those people. She got alittle too close to the edge. I tried to get her but it was too late. By the time a rescue boat got her, she had gotten water in her lungs and hypothermia had settled in.
Plus, our food source is very, very low. Fish are hard to find, the seals are gone this season, and Polar Bears try to steer clear of us.
Life sucks up here.
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Tundra's Curse
SpiritualRhianna has to live alone. Not in the I'm-out-of-my-parents-house sort of way. I mean she has to fend for herself, be haunted by the nightmares she get remembering the disaster that happened when she was 15. Oh, and she has to out run the Great Spir...
