The Diamond Spy

Ch.21 DynaPrism

DynaPrism

I wake up before any other members of the Gang of Shadows. After glancing at my ruined pillow, I wander around naked, to see all of them have been passed out on the leather couches, although Jose had been on a reclining chair in the master bedroom, holding a gun to 'protect me' from something. I wasn't sure what. I just remember waking up to him in the middle of the night, hearing their loud partying in the lounge while he stormed into my room and proclaimed that he would sit and stay guard... while very, very drunk.

It was somewhat endearing that he cared for me so much.

I then shrug on my jeans and give up on my white tube top. I leave the lounge, half naked, happy to leave the snoring, happily asleep beasts, to head up the elevator. I go to the empty costume room up on the first floor to grab a new top. After finding a nice red one, I rush back into the elevator I had hopped out of moments before.

I was starving and still incredibly dizzy. Once in the elevator I head to the bottom floor (G-H) for the Green House. This is where I know the kitchen to be. When I finally make it to the empty, spotless penthouse like compartment with the glass windows... I head straight for the large stainless steel, two door fridge.

I open it to find freshly prepared meals, which only need to be heated up.

However, I'm too hungry to wait.

I grab a bowl of salad and eat it with my fingers. My nails chop up the remnants of tomato and cucumber even more so and my hands end up an outright mess. Eventually I've eaten enough to feel satisfied and I rinse off my hands under clear water from the sink.

Then, I happily find a mirror, adjust my new red and black corset-like tube top so it fits me nice and snug... and then I turn to walk amongst the Old World furniture.

It was like a beautiful, untouched time from the peace filled past.

Before the SD world apocalypse.

Some said whole cities were still littered with untouched, unmoved corpses. If a city was hit with too much potency everyone died, except the animals. All I could imagine was that cities were still littered with bones and skeletons while the skyscrapers were haunted by ghosts.

Kids in school liked to joke about what cities would boast the most haunted skyscrapers in the world. History had said, when populations had minutes to run and find shelter, that people packed inside all the levels of the city skyscrapers just as the bombs hit. And while they thought they'd perhaps be a bit safer behind glass and steel... they weren't.

The chemically tainted air eventually seeped it's way through the vents... and everyone inside, deformed slowly. The SD bombs altered DNA instantly, but slow large doses, seeping in through air vents... made deaths slower and more painful. The people would have had their minds alter, just as some had their bones twist and their skin pigmentation warping to different colours. Most people lost their minds while the others died from eventual organ failure or stress-induced heart attacks.

Pictures of the Mountains of the Dead were forbidden from our history books. They were too grotesque to show and violated the wishes of our ancestors who lived through the bombs.

Most signed petitions that the images and video footage never be shown.

Not because they wanted to hide the damage, but because they didn't want more people to lose hope or to lose their sanity... as they had suffered as they watched millions die around them.

I had always sadistically liked to learn about the more gruesome parts of history, I had always thought it made school interesting. And I always felt a weird sense of pride that my ancestors survived. That my genes made it through the onslaught.