Fight For Green World

Words won’t flow when emotions get welled up. Same holds true with tears. Her tear glands fought with her choking lungs and pumping heart to let out the misfortune happening to her. The grumpy faces sitting next to her, set of preying eyes across her, withered skin of every single person around the dungeon aroused her urge to cry all day long. She can’t let her guards down. One weak move would pose her vulnerable. She swallowed her last drop of tear in her sleek throat.

The constant feeling of taking the heaviness off her bosom outstripped the sorrow. Throw up, throw up, compelled the pain in her ribcage. Her intestines pleaded her stomach, which in succession begged her esophagus to heave, but her mind signaled her to stay put. Her companions may allow her to sit in her own puddle of vomit. The payback would be a scavenger hunt where they will hunt her and scavenge her vomit. The thought itself was yuck and gave chills to her half-dead brain. She at once recuperated her current state of despair and pretended to be stiff. Her painful face wore the mask of fury, and she sat upright from her curled position. “Fight till the end, Sweetie.” Her mom’s words rang in her ears and with that the day fell and another long, frosty night enclosed the dungeon.

Sun rose the next day, but hope didn’t beacon in the dimly lit dungeon. She noticed the man standing far away from her, near the dungeon door. He gave a mocking smile at her, showing his yellow teeth. Few queries to the database of her memory returned the value of who he is. A month back, she met him at a signal when she was in love with her newly bought Bugatti. He knocked on her baby Bugatti’s window and demanded a dollar, which she frowned and refused. The memory and her present unpleasant state made her frown at herself in a superlative degree.

 The radio speakers hanging on the side walls of the dungeon creaked. Everyone was eager to hear something good. Their hearing capacity matched the greater wax moth.

“It is difficult to estimate the number of casualties, but we hope that the nuclear winter will end this year. The research to eradicate the global famine is underway. Today, to ease your hunger, we will provide the least we have within ten minutes. Be ready. Failure to follow the rules implies instant death. Goodbye.” The customary voice died.

She thought Bugatti was bad luck. On the day when she got her new Bugatti, everything turned sour. They locked down everyone in dungeons. A loud noise interrupted her whining.

The creaky sound of Juda’s gate in the dungeon’s main gate was a pain to ears, but a nano drop of relief to stomach. It’s a sign that they’ll throw bone at the mad dogs. She waited to get a scrape of bread along with a bottle of water passed to her. Post the minuscule meal for the entire day, she had ample time to think and get whatever crazy emotions but, had only one purpose that is to survive.

A month back, Christina had the identity of a multi-millionaire’s daughter and she never tasted loss. First loss hit her in the dungeon. His little brother died within five days out of starvation. When she tried to recover from it; she lost her dad. They shot her dad when he fought mercilessly to get more food for her. She believed she would die when her mom started giving up. The heart shaped locket hanging in the sterling silver chain around her neck paused her death.

Christina didn’t realize who her maternal grandparents were until the day when her mom died in the dungeon. Her mom Maria revealed the truth that Christina’s grandpa was a farmer. Christina learned Maria opposed her dad and married Charles to lead an opulent life. The heart-shaped locket which Christina wore was her grandpa’s gift to Maria when she was a little girl.

Christina promised her mom that she will survive the odds to make her grandpa proud. She realized the value of the food from the farm to the table. Christina respected the new farmer’s government, who locked everyone across the globe in dungeons to fight the global famine despite the furious growl her stomach gave. She sat upright each day with a furious look to fight for the hunger crisis once the storm eases.