Humanoid-Nuclear (Humanoid Trilogy #1) [ON HOLD]

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The next day was easier because I could actually walk around, but I still needed to rest often. Jay was practically breathing down my neck because he wouldn't leave me alone at all. I had to clean my face with peroxide from our first aid kit--we seriously need a new one, this one was running out of supplies--so I didn't get infected. It stung pretty bad, but I think I was safe from infection for now.

Waking up from yet another nap, I looked over and saw Jay by my side, his wings over me like another blanket and his tail curled around my feet to keep me warm. When he saw me blink, he snorted and prodded me with his horns. I shoved his head away.

"Off, Jay." I scolded, sitting up.

He screeched.

"Relax! I'm fine, bud. Chill."

Snorting, he slipped off the couch and began walking around it like a hawk circling in the sky. I rummaged through my bag, pulling out the notebook we found.

"Wanna take a look at this?" I asked, holding the notebook up so Jay could see.

He must've thought it was a treat, because he happily trotted over and tried to eat it.

"No, no. Not food. Book. Let's read it." I patted the couch. "Sit, Jay Feather."

He obediently sat, his weight bringing the couch down a bit. Opening the book, I began to read the fancy handwriting.

Dec. 11th, 2012
My name is Janice Welding. I am a co-pilot of a flyer called Starcharge 92. I serve this country, America #3, as a member of the Air Force. Currently, we are experiencing threats of nuclear war. I think we should take these threats more seriously, but the person behind them seems to be... childish, to say the least. Surprisingly, no one knows his name. Not even the people who are close to him. Maybe he doesn't have one? Anyway, he is the leader of Germany #3. Recklessly testing nuclear weapons, throwing around threats like "If you don't give me yada yada I'll press the button to launch all my nukes that radiate your entire molecular structure and cause you to mutate" and other ridiculous things like that, and hanging up on countries when they are in a call if he gets angry at them.

Jay was reading over my shoulder, his blue eyes following the lines.

"That was when I was around six years old." I said.

"A year before the war?"

"Mm-hm... Have you ever wondered why every single country has the number three behind it? We even call our Earth 'Earth #3'."

"... Maybe this book will help us find out?"

"Maybe. If not, we'll find out some other way."

"Yeah."

Feb. 17th, 2013
The first bomb has struck. He had lost his temper yet again, this time because of our freedoms and how he thinks we should be under his control. That's the very thing we all fight for. And thus begins the war I predicted only months ago. I knew we should have taken his threats seriously.

Apr. 21st, 2013
Well, as you can see, I don't write in this book very often. I'm not much of a writer, honestly. As of now, he's taken all of the Eastern Region. He is slowly inching towards America #3. He's taken out all our allies. He's gone into a bunker, launching attacks and nukes from the safety of his shelter like a little kid playing a strategy game. The radiation that comes off of the nukes is so bad, that everyone who isn't protected either dies because they're not strong enough to control they're bodies or have to be put into quarantine because their bodies take in information from any living, breathing thing it touches due to the DNA's confused state. I have seen people mutate and become a monster right before my eyes, having to be put down like an animal because of how dangerous they are. My best friend died this way...

The army had distributed gas masks to every city and town and ordered everyone to get into a bunker before time ran out. Today, he had hit coordinates 25.77481°N, -80.19773°E. Our soil. Thousands upon thousands died today because they didn't have anywhere to go. Millions more were captured, most of them mutated a certain way so they could work for him like servants. I can't even begin to describe how pissed I am.

I looked up at Jay, seeing he was ready for me to turn the page. He seemed deep in thought. I flipped the page, taking a shaky breath.

Jun. 5th, 2013
I am being deployed to the Florida Georgia Line.

Jun. 20th, 2013
Today I will fly out. This notebook will be on Starcharge 92, just in case I need to write anything down. I hope we can make a change today. If I don't have any other entries, then know I have been killed in action or mutated. If there are more entries, then I'm not dead. Obviously.

Sadly, that was the last entry. Jay and I looked at each other, quiet.

"The very last memory I received included Starcharge 92..." He said, distant.

"Did you know Janice?"

"Maybe."

"... So now we know why there was a war, and who the war was against."

"Mm-hm." His wings ruffled, uncomfortable. "If he was in a bunker... do you think he's still alive?"

"Maybe. If he is, he'd probably be controlling whoever and whatever is still alive."

"... It's a strange thought."

"Huh?"

"I mean it all seems almost unreal. Like from a film. Except this time, the villain might have won..."

"Yeah..." I spaced out, trying to begin to imagine what it was like for Jay before he became a humanoid.

He must've seen my concern, because he patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry. I'm your protector, remember? If someone wants to hurt you, they have to go through me. And I don't think anyone can go through me anytime soon."

I nodded, even though that wasn't what I was worried about.
After a silence, he mentioned, "Your wounds are healing fairly well. Once the storm blows over, and when you're ready, we can continue. Okay?"

"Okay..."

He embraced me, making me flinch. "It'll be alright, JP. Just relax."

If you want to know what the coordinates are, you can search them in Google to find out. Anyway, thanks for reading!