The Story Options

[Junkland-Staff]

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The beginning of the third world war, such a distant and clouded past; it didn’t matter who fired first all that was evident was the destruction. New York...gone. London...gone. Moscow...gone. The list goes on. Millions dead, few surviving those first few days. The air was thick with ash, choking those who still dared to breathe and the sun was cloaked in darkness for months as death crept upon the world’s civilizations. There was no military, no government, and no president to tell those who had survived what lay ahead for them. Everything that had been known, all the luxuries that were taken for granted; electricity, running water, fresh food had been lost. And once that realization hit, the carnal desire to survive was awakened inside the pits of those desolate souls that roamed the earth. It was in all essence of the phrase kill or be killed. People were gunned down while searching for food or drinkable water; lives were cut short as one did whatever they could to survive. People mistook their friends for enemies as they raced to claim even the piles of concrete in which they lived.

But as the years passed and as the earth once again began to reclaim what had been stolen, survivors have begun to move past this catastrophe and begin their life of new. It would of course be a stretch to say that their lives have returned to some normalcy because never is that the case. Mother Nature has turned upon the skeletons of ancient society. In the southwest, large sand dunes cover what used to be a summer retreat. In the north, mountain getaways are crushed beneath layers of snow and ice. In the east, New York, once the center for global economic trade, is a dangerous and uninhabitable marshland. Yet, one city, one location has managed to hold steadfast upon the rubble that the Earth has become, L.A.

L.A once a glorious city has become a shadow of what it once used to be. But here unlike others, the civil unrest was a choice that was turned over and denied. A group of survivors banded together to stop the violence and rebuild. It was an uphill climb and yet they trudged through willingly. Fearful that others would attack their utopia of sorts, the center of Los Angeles was walled off and their civilization continued to grow. Police force, council, homes where families could be raised all were within arms reach inside the protected walls. And to venture outside them was certain death for savages, criminals and even monsters roamed the ruins looking for their next victims. But even in a Utopia disaster is inevitable.

It started off small, a few case in homes were boils festering upon bodies, a bloodied cough and then a very painful and excruciating death. But when it spread to the young, to the old and to the healthy it was certain that a plague had emerged. It raced through households and no one was immune. There was no understanding why a mother and father would die and their child survived but there was a quick battle to fight it. The early symptoms were clear; sore throats, muscle stiffness and cramping, once caught the only end was death. The city council did what they could with containment hoping to isolate what was killing their almost revitalized society.

And then as if it had never happened, the last death of the curious plague was reported. Those who would call themselves doctors or scientist argue that the strain had just mutated, waiting for another time to emerge more deadly and more destructive then the first. At count almost half of the cities population had perished and once again those who had survived were hard pressed but determine to continue and live on. This time however, the walls of L.A. were opened, allowing those who lived outside the confines to enter, and those who had never been beyond their concrete jail to leave.

Life will not be perfect…but it will at least be promising.