Beyond My World

Beyond My World

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*SciFi Holiday Contest Entry* There has always been something off about the world. Wait. No. I should rephrase that. There has always been something off about my world. When I say that, I don't mean that everything revolves around me. It doesn't. I'm not a bratty teenager who gets the moon and the stars and everything in-between on her birthday. ****** With a click of a key, the report is sent on its way. The mission that dominated everything during the last five years accomplished, all slates cleared. Time for a holiday! Nothing as relaxing as a stroll down to the bar, that first drink, and the knowledge four weeks without hard duty, demanding tasks, and impossible schedules lie ahead. But sometimes, a holiday doesn't meet our expectations. And this time, destiny plays a wicked hand.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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