Jordan didn't care if his parents knew he was joining the field guards, after all he hated them more than anything in the world. But as he walked to the large draft headquarters building, Jordan couldn't help but worry about his parents safety. Violent riots broke out all over the zone and civilians sprinted through the streets like bats out of hell. Women rioted against the draft and hundreds of minors went into hiding. The noise of sidewinders from the east rocked the ears of everyone within ten miles. Jordan had never seen a sidewinder, but he was told that they were ten to twelve feet tall, and took on various attributes such as acidic spit and adhesive sweat. These attributes put them at the top of the food chain, but it was unusual to see them break into the green zone due to the overwhelmingly large number of wall defenders. The wall defenders were by no means special though, as they only guarded a measly ten foot wall and were at no danger due to the deadly AA guns in the green zone. The guns were a gift from a people that actually knew why the earth was coated in radiation. Nevertheless Jordan sprinted through the city towards headquarters. What in God's name is going on, Jordan asked himself. What was once a peacefull community had become a pack of wild dogs searching for food. Just then a tall man by the name of Adam confronted Jordan.
"Do you have any rations," Adam questioned, a dire tone to his voice.
"Sorry, but I don't," Jordan answered. Adam proceeded on to the next person he came about. Little did he know that soon, petty rations would not be the main issue on his mind. Jordan sprinted on, not looking back on the shell of the district he knew and loved, for soon, it would be nothing but dust.
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The Waste
Ciencia FicciónIt is 1970 Jordan lives in a dystopian society shocked by the nuclear war that began after hiroshima. 75% of terrestrial earth is dangerously radioactive, and animals have mutated horrendously. After a major blow by the mutants to his city, Jordan m...
