Dystopian world

Awake at Dawn

I woke up in a cold sweat

  My whole body was sticky with sweat. I tried opening my eyes, but they were so full of tears that I immediately closed them shut.

I rubbed them gently, and then I forced my eyes to flicker open.

  My breathing was rapid, and my heart beat out of my chest. Sweat and tears trickled down my cheeks, and in short, I felt as if I had come out of a furnace. Though, considering what I had just experienced, I gladly would have chosen the furnace had I had the choice.

  I tried to steady my breathing by taking slow, but long breaths. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadied. And as a result, so did my heart beat. The slight dizziness I felt in my head lessened, and in a few moments the feeling had almost completely gone.

  The room was almost completely dark, save for a little light glowing in the far side of the room. I looked to the left, and then I looked to the right, everyone was sound asleep; must have been super early.

  "Well, I don't want to wake any one up" I thought to myself. "And there is no way I'm going back to sleep." I thought for a few moments, but then though that it was better for me not to go back to sleep, I didn't want to go through that nightmare again.

  With nothing better to do, I decided to go up to the roof to get some fresh air, and to think about the nightmare. Could it have meant something?

  And that's the one thing I pondered on as I quietly got up, and made my way to the wall where the panel lay. Very quietly, I did the same thing which Sam did to the panel when we arrived the day before; pushed a few buttons.

  Immediately a door appeared in the wall, and I gently opened it, careful not to disturb anyone. I quietly walked out and closed the door behind me, and continued up the stairs.

  I felt really drowsy, and every step I took put a slight pressure on my heart. I stopped for a moment to rest on the stairs, and after rubbing my eyes a bit, I continued up.

  As with the last time I had gone up, it felt like it took forever to reach the roof, but when I did I felt a sense of accomplishment.

Wow, how depressing

My sense of accomplishment had fallen to such low levels

It was just sad

  I opened the door to the same black cloud covered sky that I had seen yesterday. It looked exactly the same. Not that I was expecting any thing different.

What had the sky looked like back before all this had happened? Was it always like this?

  There was a seat near the edge of the roof, and in front of it was a very old looking telescope. I wondered where it looked at, and for what it was used for.

Most likely spying, there definitely wasn't much sight-seeing to do.

  Seating myself, I looked through the telescope, curious to see where it was focused at. I closed my right eye to get a better focus.

I couldn't see a thing.

The dust had gathered around the lenses. Did no one clean this thing?

  I grabbed a part of my shirt and gently rubbed it up and down against the face of the lens to clean it, but at the same time trying not to damage it.

And when I had that done, I looked through the telescope again.

  Dozens of wrecked buildings and houses filled my vision, quite a few of which I recognized. The view I got of the city was immaculate. I could see so much.

  I saw the buildings in the city, the very buildings I had run by to get away from the mechanized monster. I shuddered at the very thought and quickly glanced behind me, afraid for a moment that a spider would attack me.

  "I'm so stupid" I sighed, running my hand through my silky hair. "There's so much to be afraid off, and I'm giving myself even more things to worry about."

  Why was the world so dark and gloomy? Why couldn't there be sun light and trees and plants? Why couldn't there be people everywhere?

I sighed, what was the point of dwelling on such thoughts? It was a waste of time.

  My ears suddenly detected a slight buzzing sound. It was very faint, and the thing that could be producing the noise must have been far off.

Wait

  I jumped up from my seat, not caring how i upset the telescope, and sprinted like a madman to the door.

I hastily grabbed the door knob and pulled.

Nothing!

God da—it!

  I pulled at the door with all my might but the door wasn't opening! The buzzing was significantly louder now. I was panicking now.

I looked back hurriedly and there it was.

A drone

And it was heading straight for me

Oh hell no

  "Quick! Find a place to hide you idiot!" I mentally chided myself. I scanned the area for any place to hide.

There was only one potential place; the dustbin

  I didn't waste any time thinking about what I was about to do. Praying to god that the drone wouldn't see me, I made a break for it.

Lifting the lid open, I jumped in and closed the lid back on top of me.

I lay there in dead silence.

The buzzing sound became louder and louder and louder.

The drone was getting closer.

"Had it seen me?" I thought scared. Please God no

  It only came closer and closer, with the scary buzzing only getting louder and louder and louder, and then what happened next nearly gave me a heart attack.

The drone landed on the bin.

  When I heard the clang of metal against metal, I trembled in fear. I was shaking like a child who had just woken up from a nightmare. The drone had found me, I just knew it.

God da—it Nico, why? This can't be how it's going to go!

  I was completely powerless to do anything as I silently shook, laying among the trash in the bin. "God please. Please" I pleaded in my mind.

I stopped breathing.

  I gently put my hand over my heart. It really was beating wildly. I half feared that the drone would detect me due to the sound it made.

For a moment nothing happened.

Then a terrifying screeching sound shook me to my core.

  The dust bin rocked back and forth as if I was inside a disoriented roller coaster. And suddenly I felt myself and my hiding place rise in to the air before coming down with a horrific crash.

  The lid broke off and the contents of the bin spilled out with me as well. Before I could even pick myself up from the mini sea of garbage I was lying down in, I felt the harshest grip I had ever experienced on my neck.

  I could feel myself getting weak. I struggled to breath, no air was entering my lungs. I tried kicking and punching but I seemed to miss the drone every time.

  My muscles started to ache and I felt myself growing dizzier. My vision began fading to black and returning to normal before fading to an even darker black.

  My muscles burned like fire as I let them drop to the ground, my whole body limp from lack of air.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was darkness.