One after the other my feet pound against the cold grey concrete, the lumps of broken glass piercing my bare feet with every step i take. The short cut through the back of Mrs william garden is my best option , trying to take the least amount of steps possible so they can’t trace me. im stuck and i here a ripping sound , realising my grey rags had snagged on the corner of the barbed wire fence, i pull hard and keep going. I hear heavy breaths and realise they are gaining fast. I take a hard left and sprint till i reach a tall building that’s coloured a faded brown, it reads amart and co , i grab a rock the size of my fist and forcibiling throw it into the dirty window , when it shatters i take the rock and clear the fragments of the remaining glass from around the edge of the window panel, i reach my hand in and twist left on the silver knob, unlocking the door .Upon entering i notice its almost pristine inside, it smelled of rose bubble bath and coconut, you would think people actually still worked here.
I pull myself up the 4 flights of stairs, at the end a slight sweat breaking down my forehead.
The view is amazing , it looks over the whole of dystopia ,the buildings are all demolished and rumble is the only memory of them even existing, i remember dad taking me up here when i was a kid, he would put his hand on the glass and say ” enjoy this , this is our dystopia” i miss him, i miss everything, how did this come to be our dystopia , it was meant to be the future, but lately ive been thinking this is the end.
the windows shattering, glass flying everywhere, blood dripping from wounds, i hear screaming, hundreds of people’s cry for help , hands banging against the walls, then two distinct gun shots fired at my head.
i wake with a sudden jolt, a sweet smell circling under my nose, i walk to the window and peer out, fluorescent pink orange and blue colours take over the air surrounding the buildings , ” smoke bombs” i mutter under my breath. I grab my back pack and open the window, looking down i see a long fall with a grey path meeting the end, i grab onto the window rim and press my stomach against the wall , one foot at a time i shuffle along the sill till i reach the balcony of the next window, i hear a door open and low voices , grabbing the steel pole i hook my feet around and close my eyes, i count to three then let my body fall down the pool, my hands grasping then letting go. Eventually i reach the bottom of the building , peering up i see the clouds starting to settle a deep grey and two heads poking over the balcony , they whisper something to each other then jump, woooooosh and they are right next to me.
” come with us, your time is now done” he snarled
see theres part of the story i havent told you, so by now you probably are confused by whats happening. So here it goes..
dystopia wasnt always like this, up to 2040 it was a peaceful city , with a warm aroma and friendly people, we had no enemy’s and that’s how we liked it. I always enjoyed chemistry in high school, i had my own little lab at home , not that i ever made anything interesting, one day i did though.
I was mixing fenestrae and nitro methane , just as any teenage would do, to see what happened, and suddenly it started producing a purple gas, it went into my lungs and i woke up twenty minutes later, i thought nothing of it until 4 months later , No one saw it coming, they flew over in about 100 hundred planes dropping these gas bombs , wiping out our population, except me i must be immune , bloody nazis. They destroyed half of dystopia and made it illegal to accesses any part of dystopia, , but i knew i had a mission , to one day bring back dystopia , but that’s another story , till then i bid you farewell ….