The Observers (Chapter 6)CHAPTER 6
"Hey. Short-stuff. Wake up." A foot nudged me in the ribcage. "Come on. Get up."
"What do you want?" I groaned as I rolled over. After finally getting some sleep, I felt more exhausted than before. After you get used to having no sleep, you actually learn how to function normally again. Then, once your body is shocked with rest, you have to readjust to the new normality. It's a little difficult to explain to somebody who doesn't already know what I mean, but I think that may give you a general idea of what it's like to be an insomniac.
"I need some help," Dutch replied.
I opened my eyes warily and glared up at him. "With what?" Whatever it was that made Dutch think he had any right to wake me up had better be very, very important. I still hadn't forgiven Dutch and the smirk on his face made me want to throttle him.
"Wow, you aren't a morning person, are you?"
"Just tell me why you woke me up!"
Dutch crossed his arms and leaned over me. "No need
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, another young man, was the practical jokester of the group and was constantly trying to raise everyone's spirits with his well-intentioned pranks. One couldn't help but like him and the hopeful smile on his face never seemed to leave. Then there were a few others who I hadn't quite remembered the names of. I would in time, though.
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 kind we saw that survived. The only sounds were our footsteps, the wind rushing through the ruins of buildings, and the distant sound of explosions. Although, soon enough there wouldn't be anyone to send the bombs and even their sickeningly comforting sound would vanish. Strangely enough, this hated silence was what saved us.
Blake and I were
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 of the people inside. But oddly enough, he didn't really care about that. The group needed a leader and he knew he fit the role perfectly.
He whistled loudly to get everyone's attention. They all looked at him expectantly.
"We have fallen today. Not just Chicago, but Illinois, the US, and all of mankind. We have survived for a re
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. The sky, rather the dark and empty then, was a transparent orange. It almost looked like a sunset, except it was much darker and fierier in color. I was confused until I noticed the sources in the background.
Dozens of miles away, yet still visible, were bright little mushrooms rising into the air, a small burst of heat following
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 animals out? No birds, no bugs, nothing. Something's coming. You've seen the teachers this morning? They're all in meetings. I was looking at them all and they look really nervous and fidgety. More than usual." I had obviously been thinking way too much about this, but it usually helped in a sort of subtle way.
Blake nodded quickly an
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 brain, perhaps an opinionmost people don't really know or even consider it the one thing we really need to think is an observation. Without noticing anything at all, what can we think about? In case you're one of those smart-alecs who says, "Well, what if you're blind and deaf and you can't taste anything or feel anything or smell anythi