Jesse Noel
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Beyond the Darkness
I don’t remember much of the world that was. It seems so long ago, like a dream, it remains in the recesses of my mind. I grew up in this world, after the end of everything, when the creatures came. They came out of the chaos of a war that could not be won, after man had finally invented their own destruction, leaders of nations had spoken of peace while threatening war and then they launched there nukes, instantly wiping out two thirds of the worlds population and making most of the land unlivable except for a few pockets tucked in valleys in the far reaches of the different land masses. The radiation from the nukes had killed most living things, humans, animals and nature alike, it did not discriminate, it just destroyed. Anything on the edge that didn’t die but could not escape became a living nightmare, changed into unrecognizable monsters that could not think except to destroy what was left. Things we once had were gone, weapons like guns and ammunition and artillery were replaced with blades, swords made by those who could work with steel. We learned to make bows and arrows. For in the instant the nukes hit we were blown back into the Stone Age. We not only had to defend against marauders but also the radians, for that is what we now called the creatures, they had begun to leave the areas of radiation and were wandering into the valleys, and had begun to attack our havens in ever increasing numbers.
By Jesse Noel3 years ago in Futurism