Студопедия
Случайная страница | ТОМ-1 | ТОМ-2 | ТОМ-3
АрхитектураБиологияГеографияДругоеИностранные языки
ИнформатикаИсторияКультураЛитератураМатематика
МедицинаМеханикаОбразованиеОхрана трудаПедагогика
ПолитикаПравоПрограммированиеПсихологияРелигия
СоциологияСпортСтроительствоФизикаФилософия
ФинансыХимияЭкологияЭкономикаЭлектроника

Unnatural Selection

Читайте также:
  1. International operation and intermediary selection
  2. Market Selection
  3. Requirements to Methodology Buidelines Regarding Selection of Setting for Relay Protection and Special Automatics

 

 

Have you ever though of having control above all the living? Creating new species, destroying old ones, isn’t it amazing, my friend? I have been doing this for thousands of years and still didn’t loose interest. When it is your job and it’s your favourite hobby and it’s also the point of being alive… or dead, anyway it makes you complete.

 

For the last years, I became bored with human civilization. Killing the living is my job. But to destroy, you need to create. So, I need to pick a person. Better to pick a person nobody cares about. I want this homeless German kid to go to a very crowded place and he goes.

 

I want you to see the world from another perspective. Here is a boy. His name is Kyle and he is a teenager. He has both parents and goes to a fine school. But he thinks differently. He doesn’t really like to be with people. He never goes to parties, doesn’t like school. Even though, he jogs in the mornings and keeps fit, just not to become even worse looking. Kyle has some friends, even though they are some kind of idiots nobody should ever talk to. Kyle does, sadly. When at home he does usual stuff, like checking Facebook, playing games, reading. He just lets it all go. Meh. What interesting can I find in that? I like natural selection. I want to see him struggle in life. I challenge him.

 

In the evening of one day, Kyle was watching News on TV and there was an announcement of massive deaths in Europe, because of a new minor decease spreading. Nice, isn’t it? Why would Kyle ever care? So, he didn’t. A month later his school, and all the other schools and colleges were closed. Parents didn’t go to work, because all the business was closed and Australian borders shut. Even airports were closed now. Australians locked themselves off the world hoping, that this will save them. Internet was shut down too. Adults were forced to work on factories, children just stayed at home most of the time. Curfew was introduced.

 

Two years have passed since the decease breakout and I was still watching. Once humans started to understand, that there was no cure yet existing for the new decease, they started to fear it. USA declared worldwide pandemic alert and started research on cure. Nevertheless States have been forsaken first. Middle Africa started executing all the infected people. China closed their borders, but too late. Not a single foreshore over the world was open, so all these boats were doomed.

 

I was slowly coming to success of my mission.

 

Kyle was sitting at home, eating a sandwich and listening to radio. It was buzzing about random places on Earth, allegedly where people were fine and safe from infection otherwhere from Australia. But why would Kyle care? He’s a teenager, not a one of his age cares about things. This really wasn’t a right way for my mission to flow. It was time to burn the rest of Human civilization down in agony. Since now birds could transferred the illness. Three days later decease came to Australia.

 

Army men created a camp for all survivors on the north, 40 kilometres from Kyle’s home. Kyle with his parents now started their way with thousands other people seeking for a shelter in one of the only Safety Zones nearby.

 

As the carless freeway was massively crowded with people, everyone moved slowly. I saw so many people who died on their way there. They just fell on the ground under others stepping on them. Somewhere were standing soldiers in camouflage and with guns. It took Kyle and parents almost two days to get in sight of the tall walls and towers of the Safety Zone. They were proud they almost did it. They even hugged all together, when a huge mess up happened. Kyle heard shooting far away at the military Zone. Then shouting and just brain-blowing pitch everywhere. Bang-Bang-Bang, thought I.

 

Next morning Kyle woke up in a house he he’s never been to before. It definitely wasn’t the Safety Zone. He started moaning. His head really hurt and all his body was, like, after being beat up. His mother came in. She gave him some water in a bottle. Kyle drunk greedily and when finished gave the bottle back. She looked weird. She just sat down to the wall and cried. Kyle got confused, stood up and touched her shoulder. She hugged him, not stopping her tears and sobs. Kyle’s father didn’t show up. It only meant one thing. Kyle lay on the floor and started lamentably squalling and crying. He was really limited in energy and just fell asleep there on the floor. Next morning Kyle woke up and found some preserves in pantry. They were pretty good. He grabbed his backpack and walked out searching for people and goods. He had no clue where his mum could be.

 

Kyle was scavenging around the suburb for weeks alone. He didn’t see a single human. It’s kind of fun, when at least some actions happen. So I decided to add insanity and aggression as a one of the primary symptoms. Few days after Australian Military Force bombed infected cities. Kyle was hiding in a basement of some workshop. He survived.

 

The last ones of the human kid were fighting with the decease and Kyle was still up. He didn’t even know the humanity has fallen. Loneliness started burning him from inside. Some days he just lied on the road and cried. He was shouting to attract anyone, but the only thing, which replied, was echo. He moved on through the city. That way he reached a huge mall, where he found people. I knew it was a bad idea to talk to them, but he didn’t. They were friendly and let him join them. They gave him food and warm clothes. He stayed for a night. Then they all scavenged for more food and goods, when they met an infected woman eating a possum. She was insane. Once she saw them, she dropped the possum and pitched out loud. Kyle and the group ran into the first nearest house and locked the door. Woman didn’t even think to use a door, she jumped into the window and started hissing on a girl who stood right next to her. Woman jumped on her and started smashing her with her swollen fists and scratching her skin off. On bearded guy in the group grabbed a chair and knocked the woman down with it.

 

At night the girl cut throats of 3 group members and escaped. I like how sudden it was for Kyle. In the morning of the same day he left the group and moved to the safety zone where all the bad things happened.

 

He walked for almost one day. Then he sat by the side of the freeway. He coughed a lot and his head was really dizzy. His entire mind was filled with the memories of a sick woman. Kyle had a radio that he never turned off, in case there was an announcement. It was buzzing quietly. He sat for a couple of minutes and then he threw up with blood. He stood up and walked forward. By the evening he reached the Safe Zone. Its gates were wide open. There were only corpses of shot men and women. He walked into one of the barracks. Put his radio on the table. Had a snack and then threw up again.

 

That night Kyle slept badly. Radio was buzzing. He heard weird sounds all everywhere. He had bad dreams. In the very morning the Radio started making sounds like words. Some time later there was a clear announcement Kyle waited all his life for. The buzzing box said, that the cure was found.

 

It was the end of my mission. Maybe humanity is actually worth existing. Well, Kyle definitely is. Kyle was found and returned to his parents who also survived and were rescued by the Pandemic Neutralizers. He was cured and he became almost as before, but gained some disabilities, because of the sickness. Tiny number of the humans of new after-sickness Era was now building a new world, with new ideas and new medicine. But my being hasn’t stopped yet, so humans are going to struggle even more.


Дата добавления: 2015-08-17; просмотров: 53 | Нарушение авторских прав


<== предыдущая страница | следующая страница ==>
THE BEACHES OF MEXICO| Процесс управления характеризуют рядом особенностей.

mybiblioteka.su - 2015-2024 год. (0.007 сек.)