I’m one of the lucky ones. At least that’s what mother always used to tell me. I wonder what she would say now. Father had a different view on things. He demanded that I never leave the house and that the world know nothing of my existence. I didn’t sneak out of the house till age 13. Who knew that 3 years later I would be on my own? What about your wonderful loving parents, you ask? They’re gone now. “Executed for crimes against The City”. Drifting in the ashes that surround this hellhole I call home. But what does that matter anymore? Things are different now.
I’ve heard stories about the Old World. A world where this very city was filled with hundreds of thousands of people. In parks, families could be found laughing, the warmth of the sun …show more content…
The world was in a state of peace. It has been at least 100 years since the last world war and a permanent ban had been placed on all nuclear and biological weapons. My parents used to tell me this story that they were on the way to a play, Oh, What a Lovely War! , sitting in traffic. It was a hot summer day and the AC in their car wasn’t working. It was going to be their first date. They never made it to “Oh, What a Lovely War!” that day. That’s when the first one went off. A nuclear warhead that all but destroyed the city. It was terrifying mother would say. Screams echoed throughout the air as the whole world was engulfed in …show more content…
A man helping her, a group of others surrounded her. I heard the scream of the newborn and then a thud, a scream, crying, punches, the crack of bones and then a furious chomping. The baby was gone. It took nine months to create that life. Only seconds to destroy it. I wasn’t sure if these people were worth saving anymore. I was too late.
The guards were upon me seconds after that. I didn’t fight. There was no use. I was going to be hung, just like my parents. How fitting. The world faded to black, I could hear wet lips smacking.
I expected to wake up, face residents of the city and die minutes later. What happened was far worse. I woke up on a cold metal floor. I was sore and could barely get up, the bright lights hanging from the ceiling blinded me. I was in a metal cell. The mother that had just given birth was in the cell next to me. She told me that I was lucky. That I had been bred while I was still knocked out. That I should expect to deliver in 9 months and that if I behaved and didn’t associate with the others I would be ok. That my child would be ok. It would be taken from me and sterilized and sold to a rich family, it would lead a good life. She said that if I produced well that I could survive for at least 10 years. They gave us at least three months after birth till we were harvested
I’ve heard stories about the Old World. A world where this very city was filled with hundreds of thousands of people. In parks, families could be found laughing, the warmth of the sun …show more content…
The world was in a state of peace. It has been at least 100 years since the last world war and a permanent ban had been placed on all nuclear and biological weapons. My parents used to tell me this story that they were on the way to a play, Oh, What a Lovely War! , sitting in traffic. It was a hot summer day and the AC in their car wasn’t working. It was going to be their first date. They never made it to “Oh, What a Lovely War!” that day. That’s when the first one went off. A nuclear warhead that all but destroyed the city. It was terrifying mother would say. Screams echoed throughout the air as the whole world was engulfed in …show more content…
A man helping her, a group of others surrounded her. I heard the scream of the newborn and then a thud, a scream, crying, punches, the crack of bones and then a furious chomping. The baby was gone. It took nine months to create that life. Only seconds to destroy it. I wasn’t sure if these people were worth saving anymore. I was too late.
The guards were upon me seconds after that. I didn’t fight. There was no use. I was going to be hung, just like my parents. How fitting. The world faded to black, I could hear wet lips smacking.
I expected to wake up, face residents of the city and die minutes later. What happened was far worse. I woke up on a cold metal floor. I was sore and could barely get up, the bright lights hanging from the ceiling blinded me. I was in a metal cell. The mother that had just given birth was in the cell next to me. She told me that I was lucky. That I had been bred while I was still knocked out. That I should expect to deliver in 9 months and that if I behaved and didn’t associate with the others I would be ok. That my child would be ok. It would be taken from me and sterilized and sold to a rich family, it would lead a good life. She said that if I produced well that I could survive for at least 10 years. They gave us at least three months after birth till we were harvested