Into The Green
Wake Up! I lurch forward. My breathing is heavy, like I've been running for miles without rest or water. My heart, pounding so fast it feels like it could burst out of my chest. I'm drenched. It feels as if I was being cooked alive, all the water in my body evaporating through my pores. I look over and see a tall glass of water on my nightstand. The glass of water, the one I always make before I head to bed. The iced water sat there, tempting me with it's cold refreshing nature. A cool air of smug delight exuding from its presence. Knowing that at some point I would call upon its talents to release me from this torturous thirst. I jerked the glass from its proper place on the nightstand and began to guzzle it down. The cool clear liquid slid down my esophagus, revitalizing me from the brink of dehydration. I slammed the vacant glass reciprocal on the nightstand. Memories flashing through my mind like police lights but none of it coherent. What was this inexplicable sensation of overarching panic? I sat there staring at the floor in absolute contemplation. My brain, so overwhelmed with unintelligible information that it forgot to do the unconscious things, like blinking or breathing. Out of the corner of my eye, something pulls at my attention, breaking me out of my analytical stupor. An ominous luminous bright green light demands my attention. It peeks just around my door frame as if checking to see if I am awake. Well, I am, so, what is it that you want? I muster up the strength to stand up. I began to walk towards the door, still searching for the light. Why was that damn thing hiding from me? I reach out for the door handle and come to a sudden halt. My dear friend, anxiety, hit me with the equivalent force of a train at full velocity with the brakes broken and his pal, dread, on the back of that train swinging a baseball bat at my head for good measure. Every fiber of my being, screaming, howling at me
Entry log: M. Humanoid Unit 3 of 3 - Reclamation Survey 001: Planet: Earth Observation: Planet has shown no signs of life. Thick black clouds still blackout 70% of the sunlight. A 12 centimeter layer of soot has formed above surface level. 40% of this planet's water remains. The rest is crushed under corpus amounts of scraps and garbage. Automated factories still produce smog. Shutting down factories seems to be a likely solution.
The sounds of a small cry echoed through the empty city streets. The sounds ping and bounce endlessly off the abandoned city streets until they hit the ears of a bypasser. She stops short on her long board and looks off into the direction of the sound. She looks around as if there were someone else around to hear the cries too. She then looks forward in the direction she was going, then turns her head to the direction of the cries. She hikes her 47 on to her shoulder and turns her board and rides towards the cries. She dips and swerves past the rusting cars on the street as the wheels seemingly roar on the concrete. She looks around cautiously; checking every building, looking in every car, down every street corner she passes, until finally she arrives at the source of the cries. She steps off her board and places it against the wall. She looks up at the tall apartment building before taking a breath and walking in.