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Prologue: The Beginning. In the first days, the power went out. The water stopped running. The gasoline stopped pumping. The food started spoiling. The lights went dark. And the nights came alive with looting. In the following weeks, cars began to accumulate in the streets. There were no trucks to tow them. Those with working cars had nowhere to go; the roads were littered with vehicles and debris. In the following months, the West came undone. As the supply of food began to dwindle, even those who had resisted the looting began to turn on each other. The cities became battlegrounds, where the already poor took to the streets for good. A mass exodus of those trying to leave the chaos. On the way out, they fought and killed one annother for food, for water, for whatever there was to take. And often they fought simply because there was no one to stop them from doing so. The suburbs became fortresses. Crowded inside with their families, homeowners boarded themselves in their castles. Those with guns were prone to using them. At first, they fired warning shots. But by now, warning shots were often disregarded, and less frequently given anyhow. Shoot to kill anyone who sets foot on the lawn. When the coast is clear, run out and empty their pockets. From the beginning, tribes and clans began forming. Starting with the family unit or groups of friends, people would help each other. As the situation deteriorated, the clans became the only means of survival. Families separated by confusion or deaths were no longer an option for masses of children and adults alike who had lost their families. Where the gang had stood before, the clan was now. If you didn't belong to a clan, you were as good as dead. I recall when we first became a clan. The story is long... Chapter One: The Clan. My parents had been gone for days, and wanderers were begining to loot the neighbors homes. I thought long and hard about my options. My precious computers... But they would never run again. Truly, it was time to rethink my system of values. I lay on my bed and stared out the open window, into the inky night. Light pollution was no longer an issue. The stars were so beautiful now that I could see them as never before... I wanted to stay and defend what I had, but I knew it would not be long before there was nothing left to eat. I let myself drift to sleep. Thre was a crash, and the din of several voices yelling. I jolted awake, taken out of a dream that I have long since forgotten. |
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De Svaga och de Starka is drawn by Rosie Johnson, and based on a not-so-short story by Jerrit Erickson. All events are fictional, but the characters are based on real people, so please be nice. Contact us at: desvaga.destarka@gmail.com |
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