Ever since that day I woke up , nothing has felt right , like this cloud now hung over my life . It didn’t help that the world seemed to go mad along with me . It was just another day in my classroom , the kids sat at their desks doing a history test . The great prohibition, I never was a heavy drinker but the prohibition always felt silly to me , some people were always too far gone in their addiction . It would be the same scope as taking away all cigarettes, good choice sure but the consequences are too many . Just then the loudspeaker came on;
“ATTENTION ALL TEACHERS PLEASE PUT ON THE LOCAL NEWS, I REPEAT PUT ON SOME KINDA NEWS IT IS AN EMERGENCY.” All the kids shoot up looking up to me for what to do;
“You guys can return to your test after this…”
“What is wrong Mr Dane?” A scrawny looking boy with classes asked me.
“I don’t know son;” I responded not knowing what to say . I opened up my laptop and went to a news site , and the smart board displayed it for the entire class .
A news reporter sat at the desk with a grim face, the words breaking news repeated over and over at the bottom of the screen .
“I regret to inform the nation that the White House has been attacked by the group of terrorists calling themselves the Eyes of Humanity. Famous for their antics , believing that they receive visions of the future, marking the end for humanity. A few of the members even appeared to be high ranking officials , which is how they got themselves into the White House . Reports say a bomb exploded from the lobby , setting ablaze the entire complex. (112) casualties have been counted (89) injured including President Wattson and a handful of representatives . Reports say the president is in critical condition , undergoing emergency surgeries . This not only was an attack on the White House but America itself; special investigations assured us they will find the culprits for these heinous acts. We will report any new information as they.” I turn it off, not wanting my class or myself to hear anymore for that matter . Why would anyone do this? Wattson was going to bring peace for the nation. After all the world’s governments had finally agreed the other day to finally destroy all of their nuclear missiles. Ending this almost century long reign of fear nuclear war held over our heads . If Wattson dies in that operating room, the hope for peace dies with him. The kids, usually talkative, sat in silence, they knew the same as me , that Wattson was their hope for a better nation in the future . School ended early today , we all got to go home and reflect upon the events of today . When I came home my wife was sitting at the table crying her eyes out, I went and put my hand on her shoulder.
“It is not right;” she said to me .
“I know sweetie, I’m going to rest for a little;” I kissed her on the cheek and then left for my bed. My kids were in their rooms, not wanting to come out at such a bad moment, I wanted nothing more than to lay my head down . The church is going to hold an emergency mass tonight to pray for the president . I wanted to rest my head first, so I hit my bed like a ton of bricks. Hoping for sleep to melt away my worries . That one bad dream was months ago so I should be safe now. I finally dozed into a sleep , but then I was transported to a whole different location. This time I couldn’t feel anything , I was numb, but I could hear and see. I couldn’t move tho , what was in front of me was a frightening sight. It was pitch black except for a little light that was coming from in front of me. Illuminating a desk and a man who at once was a young lively person aged from stress and starvation . He was horribly skinny, his bones protruded from his skin, his eyes sunken into his skull. Like he was a skeleton, and his skin was beginning to yellow . If you could see past how horribly dirty he was, matted and covered in oil . He moved something on the desk and began to look directly at me .
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“Mu mu my name is Sergeant Fennec Wills;” he said with a horribly raspy voice. “Member of the Humanity Reconstruction Agency or HRA for short . Whatever programmed AI they have in this monitor , I wish you to send this recording to Elysium. And I would just like to add, damn you all to hell. This was an extermination, you needed more room so you sent us back to earth. All on the guise that we could find a paradise untouched by nuclear warfare . Well the year is 2543 and the earth is still a wasteland. I should have known what this was when we were sent in a rocket that could only go one way . Sending all of these families down here on some suicide mission to retake the earth. There is nothing down here to retake! Maybe this was a blessing, time is running out for you guys on the moon, and the mars colony hasn’t said anything in years. They're all most likely dead, hopefully died less miserable than what was made of my group . A hundred of us you sent down here , men , women , children, hell even the elderly . I remember seeing old photos of the planet, it’s beautiful blue oceans, now replaced by deserts of salt. The once majestic jungles and forest, there are now only wastelands of dead earth, blackened by the rain . There used to be sunshine on earth, this hell I’m on used to be a paradise. Destroyed by humanities shortcomings, what would drive people to do such things I may never know . Now since the bombs there has only been a constant raging storm that has bloated out the sun . It used to be warm, not an eternal frost, sometimes it would snow black . Resembling that of volcano ash, sometimes you could find where underwater volcanoes used to be; a sinkhole of salt, burning . Digging through the salt was always fun finding fossils of life only seen in photographs. The kids enjoyed it … Oh the poor kids, the kids you guys sent down to die!” He stopped only for a sec to stare into the void.
“You people only gave us a month's worth of rations, when we landed everything was fine, we’re optimistic. Maybe there was some place that we could find that would give us a way to live, maybe our planet wasn’t completely gone. We found the empty skeletons of civilizations , these concrete jungles. Once called cities, Some places were completely destroyed and others were rather preserved. The air at some point became suffocating, we would have to be careful how often we tired ourselves out . In the beginning some would faint from the lack of oxygen; we quickly got used to it though . We traveled thousands of miles looking for some signs of life , some source of food . Radiation even though it had been hundreds of years, still lingered in some places . But we quickly realized that this was a hopeless mission, and food was running out quickly. What was worse was what came out sometimes, was hideous monsters. We killed a few but their meat was poisonous. They had no eyes , scaly; didn’t really resemble anything I ever seen in pictures of old earth. But when we ran out of food, that is when things got rough , we rationed it to extend another month. But when we finally ran out things turned into chaos . It wasn’t long that we decided to eat those of us who had died along the way. I could tell you how human meat taste, it is stringy; we had water filters to turn the oil into something that wouldn’t kill us,but it had negative effects on our livers. A lot of us died from liver failure, my wife and child included. They were lucky, and died before we started cannibalizing each other.” He pulls up his legs to reveal both of them were stumps.
“We ate the elderly first, since they were the first to die, then the children came next. I could tell you the children tasted better. Soon those of us left , were fighting each other, it was either kill or be eaten. I was Victor, I killed and ate many of my comrades.” Tears began to roll down his cheeks, sobbing intensely.
“Damn! Damn you all! It would have been better if you just executed us that day! This is Fennec Wills signing out.” He pulls a gun from under the table, looks into the void and yells, a bone chilling yell . Then a bang, his body crumpled into the abyss ,out of view. What horrible nightmare is this?! Why am I seeing these dreams, what do the eyes of humanity know? I felt a hand touch me and I was awake again , laying in bed. My wife stood over me sobbing;
“The President is dead.”