It was a cold autumn morning the streets lie empty merely a desolate wasteland a battle ground of those who came before us. The area was so tranquil you could hear a pin drop so tranquil it was almost like you could forget those who had fallen and fled just for that single moment.The memories that had been inflicted upon us on our time on this earth became more powerful than any physical damage that we could ever inflict on those who oppose us.
Three months had passed since it all started after that the world had turned to chaos the government and world leaders had abandoned us and went into hiding they just left, left us to fend for ourselves and for some of us to become the savages that roam this stomach turning planet to date. It all started when a statement from the Presidents office was released by his press secretary asking all world leaders to join him in desertion of their nations and countries and go into hiding. Mercenaries soon traversed through towns and cities destroying what was left all to help with what was called “the greater good”. Something that was inevitable something that was too classified for any average civilian to understand.
I'm Jim Stein one of the soul survivors of the greater good regime,the group of people I had become situated with and myself hadn't yet become like the others me and my group continued to live as best as we could so that we could remain one of earths last civilisations. So we could continue to fight for what the Founding Fathers and our Monarchs, Kings and Queens had fought and died for. We had nothing to lose everything we owned our lives all were as useful as the debris of crumbled buildings that surrounded us. Members of our families were dead my son was one of the first to fall, he was killed by a mercenary when they were passing through the town he was shot.. Point blank. For a soldiers satisfaction. For the greater good.
“I'm not coming and thats the end of it” I wailed “we have abolished all the resources it has to offer going back would be a suicide mission” but as usual Walter disagreed if only I’d let the satisfaction of picking up a shard of glass and hacking at his neck till he bled to death become a realistic option but I wouldnt sucome to being a savage. Walter believes he’s the leader of pack and that he has rights over everything what he says goes but everyone else thinks a tad differently. As I walked down the corridor I was stopped by Lola she had long dark hair with beautiful eyes, eyes that were as blue as the sea itself she was 25 a couple of years younger than me but she was so sweet and kind, all she wanted to do was reassure me I was doing a good job at keeping the group together.
A few weeks after Walter and I had our argument about gathering resources Lola had become aware of a mercenary supply stash, these crates could contain anything meds food and even possibly firearms. This was a minor risk worth taking we already knew quarter of the area we were located in had armed scavengers searching for resources, this was the edge we needed so we could overcome other groups if necessary. It took a few days preparation but we finally decided it was to be me Lola and a young man called Geoff that were to proceed as a search party looking for these supplies. we ventured for 2 days our legs ached we were hungry and dehydrated all the things we couldn't afford to be when we saw it a group of tents barring the mercenaries’ ensign we were ecstatic, as Lola slowly traversed towards the crates when she was grabbed by a muscularly built man he was dressed head to toe in camouflage clothes.
I was no further than a few feet away and I could smell his rotten breath and terrible body odour and see his scruffy beard these were all signs that he was obviously a broken man. He finally spoke and told us that we weren't meant to be coming round here. Geoff and I ignored what he said and came closer he warned us that if we came any closer he would kill her in an effort to save her I ran at him he shot her... Point blank. For his satisfaction. For the greater good. I was able to knock his weapon from his hand, Geoff ran behind him and gripped him tight I swiftly picked up a metal tent pole and in a forceful motion smashed it into the man's left temple, he dropped to the floor as I picked up his knife I felt Geoffs hand on my shoulder trying to restrain me as he had done with that bastard mercenary but he saw the tear in my eye and my vengeful glare and removed his hand.
I hacked at his chest unleashing my anger and trauma these things which I had been holding in all this time. He lay there silenced, in pain but his pain couldn't compel to that of which Lola was in, I held her in my arms as the blood trickled out of her motionless body I led there next to her body crying it was like Slades death all over again the only other person I could relate to on this godforsaken rock was gone. I went too sheef the knife that the mercenary had carried with him there was an inscription on it it read “Cpt Juniper Spartan Ops” I could only imagine how he had acquired this for a moment I thought to myself and thought that maybe just maybe this was a mercy killing this man was obviously broken a shell of the man he once was this man was beyond help maybe the only help he could’ve been given was me killing him…
I picked up a entrenching tool from one of the tents and buried her no man should have to bury the woman he loves. There was no way The Commander was going to get away with killing them both, I wanted to stay and sit by her burial site in remorse wishing I could stay there for eternity, wishing things could’ve gone another way all I just wanted to tell Geoff to just leave and let me mourn the woman I love but I knew I couldn't afford to lose another member of our group. Geoff and I paced home empty handed me empty hearted we got back and broke the news told everyone of Lola’s demise we were all heartbroken. But I could only blame myself for what had happened to this innocent girl dragged into hell by those in higher authority. All I could wish is that her and Slade the two people I loved most were together now safe, safe from this chaos, safe from me...
All I needed was to relieve myself of the tensions surrounding me, as I stepped into the warm shower it made me forget about the intense situation I was faced with it made me feel that little bit more human it helped me remember the good times like the memories of Slade. Remembering and wishing we were still together wishing he was back wishing we were together forever and ever..
My suffering was nothing compared to the suffrage the rest of the world had been through I can't help but continue to believe I’m selfish for caring but the pain I’ve felt hurts more than any bullet or knife wound that could ever be inflicted upon me. Losing my son hurt so badly but then loosing the only other person I loved hurt twice as much knowing I was finally without anyone to love for on this earth. It’s a daunting feeling knowing that forever never lasts as I wiped the tear from my eye I put on my clothes and walked into the common room of our hideaway I sat there, waiting for another disagreement to break out its like our lives were on a tape and there was someone that keeps pressing repeat making it that one step harder for me. I promised myself vengeance for Slade and for Lola and anyone else who had fallen I would wait out the weeks, months, years so that my face would be the last thing that the Commander In Chief saw. If Slade and Lola were denied the rights to live he shouldn't have the right to live, to stow away hiding waiting for what he started to end… Everyone has their demons and he was mine.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
Descent by Benjamin
pari libra by Envy
"They do not use anaesthetic." by Jan Flisek-Boyle
Morning Cereal by H.L.W.
The Unexpected by appylord57
Past Life by Vivian Peng
Out of Season by RichardLakin
The ethics of genocide by kouq
Them. by ustink
Dangerous Path by Zita Barlai
the disease by
Duck...Duck...Goose by Ameya
Ashes to Ashes by Jess Fechner
Cardinal by a-bigler