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A young girls survival of a lonely world
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I can’t remember it being any different. The distance and time all blurring into one. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a human. I don’t really know any different. I mean I know where I came from, I have read some books. But I’ve been alone for a very long time. It doesn’t bother me, I’m not really alone. I’ve read stories where people are the only ones alive. Now that is lonely. There are people out there. Not that many people, but people. See i was born on a normal day. In a normal camp with normal people. We travelled and farmed the land. We played games and ate when we could. We told stories, my favourite. Stories of better times with shops and restaurants and things that we could never have imagined. There were cars and petroleum to run them. There were music that came from a box…
Short Story: Deserved
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I can’t remember it being any different. The distance and time all blurring into one. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a human. I don’t really know any different. I mean I know where I came from, I have read some books. But I’ve been alone for a very long time. It doesn’t bother me, I’m not really alone. I’ve read stories where people are the only ones alive. Now that is lonely. There are people out there. Not that many people, but people. See i was born on a normal day. In a normal camp with normal people. We travelled and farmed the land. We played games and ate when we could. We told stories, my favourite. Stories of better times with shops and restaurants and things that we could never have imagined. There were cars and petroleum to run them. There were music that came from a box and inside it you put a compact disc. I’ve never seen one. It’s all gone now. Lost. Lost to the world.
I lost them all, I was very young. It was beautiful to watch, there was no precision to it though. They came during the morning. Seemed like nice enough people. Men, women, children all at once. They just had no sense. They didn’t talk like us. They screamed, it was a horrible scream, went right through your head and ached it. They all screamed at once, that was worse. I held my hands over my ears, that made now difference what so ever. It was so confusing. They rushed past me like I wasn’t even there. Jumping at people, scraping at eyes pulling at clothes, arms and legs. They pulled hard, really hard. Bones began to snap and screams of pain came. I watched as shirts ripped at the shoulder showing flesh. The flesh then began to stretch and redden, in that second began to split and tear revealing tissue, muscle and tendons. In the next few seconds it came apart, spraying blood everywhere my eyes could see.It was fascinating to watch. The pure animalistic way they killed. The screams became music. A noise I began to want to hear more of. As I stood still watching all that I know and loved disappear. It became clear to me that I wasn’t the same as them. I enjoyed the colour of the ground. The sand dashed with patches of dark red. The sounds and the smell. Oh the smell. Its like the smell you get when you find a building with pipes. The green on the pipes smells like blood. It tastes nothing like blood. It tastes disgusting. The smell is mixed with sweat and it’s thick and warm. It makes your head spin as if you were falling. There wasn’t anything I could do. As much as I wanted to. It all happened so fast they disappeared as fast as they were there.
I’ve travelled a long way. Not knowing where I was going. Not knowing what to do. I liked being alone anyway. It’s peaceful. I have my books that I read. When I find them. Sometimes it’s hard to find them. Most of them are either burned or dusted away. Finding food and water the hardest part of living. I gather what I can. Fruit from trees and vegetables from the ground. I lay my traps to catch animals. I skin them cook them and eat them. Then the next day comes. I find the next hiding place then rest. I have to hide. Just in case the humans come.The first time I killed was terrible, I was beaten and had my clothes ripped off. I was naked and bruised black. I was asleep when they grabbed me. I’d been dumb enough to leave my pack in front of me. I haven’t slept as well as did back then. Since the first time I’ve not slept much. I can’t , it never ends well staying in the same place for longer than a day or 2. The humans search for food just the same as I do. They come in, search the place for food then leave when they get what they want. What most humans want now days is things that I’ve only read about in my stories. Stories of murder and rape.
Theses searchers searching for food found me. They grabbed me, pulled me straight, all 4 of them. I didn’t scream, there didn’t seem much point. Slowly they unzipped my green German army jacket, it must look silly on me as it’s to big for me. As I struggled a knife came up from the top of my jeans to my throat as it came up my shirt fell loose, revealing my skinny stomach and chest. I relaxed and let them do what they had to do. They pulled me to the sofa. As they lay me down I pretended to faint. As I lay under a false unconsciousness one of them moaned “awwww Jimmy man, she’s gone all limp, this ain’t gonna be fun no more”. The man Jimmy replied “who cares, I sure won’t “....... he died first.
As I lay there is slipped my hands in my back pocket pulling the straight razor out into my hand. Jimmy leant close into my face, breathing on my face with some smell that was of this world. “I sure hope you wake up soon little girl, this don’t normally feel good” he breathed quietly. As he began to speak again his words lost all sound. All that came was the smell and taste of blood. A small gargle was the last that came as he lay on top of my with all his weight. I wriggled and pushed him to the floor with a loud thud. Then fell back to my fake sleep. “Jimmy” he screamed. “what the fuck”. They all came at once lifting Jimmy from facing the floor to find his throat speaking gurgles of the air forced from his lungs as they shifted him. I came up to the guy on the left. He shrieked and shook with the shock of me moving. I ran my razor from the left side of his face, across his eyes. It was amusing to see the dribble of pale yellow fluid burst out. In the same swipe I took out the next guys throat. Blood poured out of his neck like a gush of water from a fall. The third man punched me, causing me to topple over the sofa onto the floor. As I landed I had just enough time to regain some vision before he grabbed me from behind at my waist. He threw me across the room “you’re going to die for that little girl”. I hit the deck hard. I’d lost my razor in the confusion. He pulled a telescopic baton out of his jacket. He flicked it out, extending it from the size of your hand to as long as your arm. As he came at me I looked around for an exit. Past the sofa was a window above a chest of draws with some dusty frames on it. There was the way we came in but that wasn’t an option, it was clearly blocked. Above me was another window, shattered, the cloth blowing in the wind. Next to me was a fire place with a rack. The rack had a small brass spade on it, it had a small metal rod with some long hairs on it. It also had a metal bar with a curved hook on it. I pulled the stand towards me reaching for the metal bar. What I got was the small haired thing. I brought it up to my face in just enough time to block the blow that would have ended my life. I rolled to my right as the second hit smashed the floor, grabbing the metal bar I sat up. As I sat up I forced the tip of the bar up through his chin to the very top of his skull. He spat blood on top of my head and I squirmed away. He fell to the floor. Dead and lifeless. My head was buzzing with excitement as the smells and blood that were all around made me feel like I was in one of my books. One of the stories I’ve read about massacres and mas murderer.
Living alone and surviving off of hardly anything at all is now all I know. And all I really need for the future is to find my place to be. I realised that the humans were no better that the takers that killed the people I grew up with. I will survive.
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