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The Observers (Chapter 5)CHAPTER 5
Our group huddled together by a small fire in the middle of our camp. It was amazing how hot the air was in daylight and how freezing at night. It must have been something with the sunlight or the radiation. But together, as a group, we were able to share warmth and become closer with one another.
I had learned a few names of our group. There were, obviously, me, Allison, and Dutch. There was Lora and Phillip, or Phil, as he wanted us to call him. The two had been married about 15 years and seemed very happy together. Then there was Dennis, a young man about 30 years old who appeared to be a kind, supporting man. Lewy, anot
The Observers (Chapter 4 Pt 2)Allison
Blake and I spent the next week or so slowly making our way south towards Chicago. We debated on whether or not we would even be able to find any survivors in one of the major cities of the world. Odds would be that there were twice as many bombs near the city than out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere Richmond. But they also had more bomb shelters. In the end, we realized that we were wandering aimlessly in that direction anyways. What harm could be done by just looking?
The eerie silence that followed Blake and I was what was most unsettling. No survivors crossed our path, including animals. There were no birds, insects, or animals of any
The Observers (Chapter 4)Chapter 4
"Hey guys," a man whispered his group in the Chicago bomb shelter. "I think it's safe to come out now."
He slammed open the thick metal door and blocked the light with his hand. He wasn't surprised to see the bombing was still going on across the state and could be seen from miles away.
Eleven people emerged from the shelter staring at the destroyed city in awe. The man sympathized with them. Thousands would have died from the bombings. The city's once magnificent and proud skyscrapers were now in pieces. What had once been the city of human's industrial power now lay crumbled around them along with the dreams and hopes o
The Observers (Chapter 3)Chapter 3
I opened my eyes and started blinking rapidly. The air had changed. Now it seemed much warmer and I seemed to have some spontaneous headache from the new feeling. And somehow it seemed brighter outside, even though it was noticeably evening. Then I realized why.
The doors were cracked slightly and I opened them easier than before. The sudden change in lighting blinded me for a moment but slowly they adjusted. The first thing I noticed was the new color in the sky. I could see the moon and, after looking closely, I saw the black, empty space and tiny glittery stars as well. But it was like looking through a tinted window. Th
The Observers (Chapter 2)Chapter 2
I smiled weakly at Blake as I hurried over to his desk. Practically silent, I leaned forward and whispered my warning quickly. "Something bad's going to happen today."
Blake's face fell and he looked at my seriously. "How do you know?"
"There haven't been as many homeland attacks lately, which means their troops are running low. That means they're getting desperate. All of our spies have been captured and are unable to report home, which means security is up in Russia because they're working on something that requires top-secret, ridiculously maximum protection from us. Not only that, but did you notice there's no animal
The Observers (Chapter 1 Pt 2)Allison
Keeping the appearance of normalcy is an instinct I was never quite able to understand why I had. I've known for a long while that I was different. It was evident when I began offering advice and life lessons to adults when I chose to start speaking. I was one of those kids who didn't start talking until they were three years old, but just started off with long stories and requests instead of single words. I was probably watching the world then, too.
Life my friend Blake, I feel separated from average people by an odd ability to think. When I say think, I actually mean think. What is required to think? Other than the obviousa
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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