Waste of the Wasteland World
Struggling to breathe, I gasp for air and dig my nails in the earth, barely crawling forward as an Antrod pulls off my red oxygen mask. Its robotic arms, the shining and glimmering reflection in this bleak world of a desert wasteland, use to fill us with hope until they overpowered us, our creation, now a sign of the only disaster to come. As I fell onto a sand ridden rock, three things occurred: firstly, a large thud as the right side of my face caused me to colour the rock red; the heart- shaped locket that Julia had given me, unclipped, and Julia the burning red flame of my heart was ripped away by the Antrods- screaming and pouring pleas under the blazing sun to anyone listening failed, as no one was near us for what seems an eternity away.