The alarm started to blare automatically like it did every day at 8:00 AM
Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness.
The chute in the wall began to rattle, and fresh clothes and supplies fell down the chute, landing in a basket. Just like they did, every day.
This routine was all Sam had ever known; wake up, collect new clothes and supplies, eat, stare at a wall, pace about, collect supplies at 1:00 PM, read, eat, collect supplies at 8:00 PM, eat, mess about with whatever objects he could find, and then finally sleep.
It wasn't very a fulfilling lifestyle, but it was the only life he knew. Nobody ever sent letters telling him why he was here in the darkness, nobody ever sent a phone so he could chat to them, nobody even sent a sign that he was being missed by someone, somewhere. He was just a ghost all alone in the dark, where no one would ever bother looking for him.
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Harvestation
Mystery / ThrillerMankind has vanished; but Womankind hasn't. Deep underground, men are being harvested for reproduction purposes only, whilst women dominate and maintain order above. Samuel, a 16 year old boy with no clue of the world, has been living in the dark fo...
