Come what may

The Streets of the New World

It's funny, when you're a child you wish to grow old and become a grown up just so you can do whatever you want. You never think that when you become this grown up you'd deal with ridiculous responsibilities. Like, having a job, or trying to grasp the very fiber of your own being just to feel lively. This new world sucked that right out of you. There were no colors, only greys, whites, and blacks.

First protests were starting, rallies, riots, and more violence than what I had ever seen. This world came upon us long ago, it had been ten years since the new world began, it was the year of 2046.

I was only ten years old when I had seen the ww3 unfold before my eyes. Nuclear warfare, soldiers showing up at our houses, stealing the young and taking them into shelter so "the future can be saved." Or so they told us when they took me from my mother and father. I can remember the tears in their eyes, there pleading and begging as the soldiers pulled me away. 

I heard my parents scream to me that they loved me and the next thing I knew I was whisked away, headed towards what seemed like the middle of nowhere. I had been looking out the window for what seemed like a long time. There was a building just sitting in the middle of the desert , the building had to be the size of a small house, white walls no windows and soldiers surrounding it, bringing in children like me. We stopped in front of it as the soldiers pulled me out of the van, quickly having me go inside. I was asked my name by a woman in white, I told her and they pushed me into a long a corridor then into an elevator, how odd, the building wasn't big was right?

I went inside with six other kids and two soldiers guarding us. The one guard pressed a button and it took us down instead of up, the ride seemed to take forever, and when I had realized what seemed like maybe minutes turned into hours. When the doors opened we were in a facility of bright white walls, and there were rooms and clean white floors.

It seemed too clean, there were other children wearing white clothes standing in a commons area of white carpet. There were couches and tables but no one seemed to be sitting, since everyone seemed too anxious and confused as I was.

Someone handed me a bag , inside the bag contained a white shirt and pants as well as shoes socks, and a diary book with pencils? 

I was escorted to a room and changed. Once I finished I stepped out of the room I had been in. I stood in the doorway seeing all these kids, different ages like me, ripped from their families, frightened of the future. I knew where we are now, in our new home.

Years after when I had became twenty in the new world, as we called it, seemed safer to breathe the oxygen. After a certain time period, you'd think the radiation would cease, luckily in all our enormous amounts of supplies we had gas masks. All we could do when we reached the top was stare at what our home had become. Everything was demolished, dust and rubble that was when my life had lost color.

 After testing the air we decided to finally take our masks off and live above ground.

Throughout the first year we began to rebuild with what we could. We had realized there were no survivors so far, but were rumored that other cities and countries around the world had done the same thing as America, claiming children and hiding them underground.

There were only a few soldiers who stayed with us, and raised us, but they weren't strict like I assumed they'd be. Each soldier had been sectioned to a group, like a father to their children. They gave us what they could, and taught us everything they could as well, from the basics, to more advanced things like fighting or learning new languages. Other soldiers taught us sign language, or morse code. We learned Japanese to Russian to German. If we needed to find survivors from other countries, we needed to learn as many different ways to communicate as possible.

Other kids made friends, but I couldn't, I stayed silent. The only friend I could think of was the soldier of our group his name was Sam. When we first were here he was young in his 20s but now he was 32, he seemed to look a lot older due to the stress of raising us and what was going on above us. Now that we began living above ground, his fears grew stronger, and I knew so because he told me about these fears.

"I'm worried, kid. We have to stay tight till everything is settled." He kept repeating that a lot, which made me know how nervous he was. His blonde hair already having grey strands in it, his blue eyes were dark, and underneath were stress lines.

He called me kid a lot, but my new name is Caligo. Everyone had an opportunity to change their names when the new world began. So I changed mine to Caligo. My old name had burned away like the old life I was torn f

I never spoke to anyone, not even my favorite, "friend" Sam. He never pushed me to, he just talked and I listened, and he seemed grateful for it. My thoughts were mine and mine alone, I never let anyone hear them, because they too difficult to comprehend. I spent too much time in my head living my own fantasy, somewhere warm and happy, somewhere fake that I can hide in when the world around me was sucking me back into its nightmare.

The few days after being above ground seemed a bit stressful, someone kept calling me to do something. Cut that wood, nail those boards down, or climb that roof, go find something useful. I always did what I was told, helping wherever I could and people took advantage of it. We all needed to work together, and that was how it had always been. Some people weren't nicer than others, there's always that one person who thought they were godly. Javier was his name, his new one, he always picked fights with me since we were kids. Now that we were full grown adults you'd think his childish antics would disappear, unfortunately they did not.

He tossed a hammer to his buddy, Nicolas, and stood next to him as they watched me walk through. Javier had a strong build to him, since we had so much pass time, until recently, we all did our best to stay healthy by keeping active. We exercised, played sports and even sparred. He had dark brown eyes and long hair that went to his shoulders, he was good looking but his looks obviously deceived. Nicolas had dirty blonde hair that was shaggy and was skinner, but muscular, and a bit taller than Javier.

Of course he wanted to start something but I wasn't interested, as usual I had no choice.

"Hey Caligo, had me that bucket of nails will ya?" Javier asked. I handed them to him and he dumped the all on the ground.

My eye twitched, but I sighed and went to the ground picking them up and putting them into the bucket. Nicolas snickered and my eyes glared up at him making him stop immediately.

Just then we heard a loud noise, and it was something I recognized, a horn? Then the humming of an engine, heading towards us, smoke that covered the machine cleared out, and there was what appeared to be a bus. A school bus, filled with people in it. A man with a familiar soldier outfit like our groups soliders climbed out and waved at us.

"Hello everyone! Welcome in your new family members, your brothers and sisters!"

Author's Note:

Please bare with me, I had typed these parts out too fast and didn't read them over slow enough, I would definitely recommend rereading, because I did edit out some confusing parts, I will be redoing the other as well! Also tell me what you think so far! <3