Hello den children
I am back with another story...much to my dismay. I am taking a small break from Hunter's Tale. I've run into the same problems that I had with OTBT in a sense to where I'm not sure how to continue it or I'm having a series case of writer's block.
This story is different from some of the other ones that I've done. I can safely say that this is the first time that I've ever written a story based on a roleplay that I am either doing or have done.
I am very pleased to show you guys this upcoming project that me and Mo Will have been working on. I highly recommend you guys check out her work because it does mean a lot to newer authors when people do.
I do have some conditions in regards to my review section
1.) I would really love to see some feedback not just "I loved it" or "update plz" please let me know what you enjoyed or didn't enjoy about the story. Let me know how I can further improve myself as a writer
2.) refrain from asking things like: "can you pair this person with this person?" or "when is the next update?!" If you have a question to ask me, please make sure that is an educated one.
3.) I will be issuing a ZERO tolerance policy for those who beg for updates. The policy is as follows
-You will be issued a warning for your first offense
- the second time you beg for updates, I will be blocking you no questions asked.
I am doing this for my sanity and for the sake of others.
Thank you guys for understanding...hopefully...
-Hosty
Chapter One: the day the earth stood still
The year is now 2018…
The world has been ravished by a sea of violence. Peace between nations shattered after an event caused by a vicious dictator. Everyone turned on each other causing mass panic and war. Nations bombed each other leveling everything to the ground. PontyPandy soon fell victim to this war. We watched as our town was bombed to nearly nothing. I have no clue if anyone survived the bombing. I've been trapped down underneath one of the buildings for a few years. I managed to survive on whatever supplies I've had left.
The skies above me are a dark orange. I can no longer see the sun or feel it's warmth. This just isn't right. Why did they pick us of all people to attack? What did we do to deserve this?
To anyone who finds this journal…
I pray that you are able to help us….
Fire billowed into the sky licking the air with its vile tongue. The wind wailed through the empty buildings calling out to any listening ears. The dark gray smoke plotted out any visible light for miles. A ginger haired man stirred from his makeshift cot. He licked his dried lips. He reached for his canteen which sat on the box next to him. The canteen felt light as he lifted it up. He let out a groan of annoyance. "Looks like I'm going to have to head out again." The man tossed his canteen into a bag. He slung it over his shoulder. Sam peered in through the cracks in the basement door. His eyes narrowed against the bright light. Embers slowly floated down from the sky. He pushed the doors open slowly. He tossed his bag up ahead of him as he climbed out of the hole. He grunted getting to his feet. "Now what would be the best place to look?" he wondered. Sam stumbled off into an alleyway. He kept his empty bag close to him. Loneliness tugged at his heart. The years he spent in isolation was finally catching up to him. His eyes ached to cry. He wanted to yell his grief into the empty air.
The skies rumbled loudly. A flash of silver appeared in the sky. Sam quickly dove into the darkness. It was a set of jets searching for survivors. They disappeared into the cover of the clouds. Sam continued to stay out of sight in case they came back. It pained Sam to see his beloved hometown in a decrypted sight. His heart twinged painfully. Sam had lost a lot of weight. Most of his muscular frame was gone. The days he spent hiding weren't enough to keep him in top shape. He went through the various homes and buildings in search of supplies. He found loaves of stale bread, cans of food, and some meats that were still edible. He squatted near the busted water main and gathered the water that was spouting of it. He cupped some of the water in his hands. He brought it up to his parched lips. "Hello?! Is anyone there?" called a voice in the darkness. Sam's body tensed up. His eyes scanned the surrounding area. A dark shape drew closer to him. Sam poised, ready to flee. He wasn't going to risk getting caught or killed. The shape steadily came closer to him. Sam backed away. He grabbed his bag tossing it onto his back. "Wait!" yelled the voice. The shape stepped out of the darkness. Sam relaxed the minute he saw Arnold. Poor Arnold was very weak. "Arnold? Is that you?" Arnold nodded. "Is anyone else with you?" asked Sam hopefully. "I haven't seen the others but Elvis is with me. He isn't well though." Sam grew concerned. "Mentally? Physically? Or emotionally?" "He's scared, Sam. He's just scared. Not scared enough to lose his mind but scared enough to not venture out on his own." Sam nodded in understanding. "Take me to him."
Arnold and Sam walked for a little bit. One of the houses behind them collapsed releasing a wave of heat. The heat teased the air on the back of Sam's neck. Arnold pushed over a wooden plank revealing a hole that leads down underneath the foundations of one of the houses. The hole was very dark. Sam hopped down into the basement. Arnold hopped down next to him. He covered the hole up again. "Elvis?" whispered Arnold. Sam heard something move. "Arnold?" "Elvis, I found Sam. He's going to take care of us. We aren't alone!" Arnold heard Elvis let out a sigh of relief. "Where is he? I can't see him?" Arnold turned on the light. The generator outside hummed quietly. The lights flickered on. Elvis narrowed his eyes against the light. Elvis was laying on a makeshift cot. The youngster looked pale and just as thin as Arnold. Fear showed in his eyes. Sam knelt down next to him. "Sam." the young firefighter tossed his arms around his mentor's shoulders. Sam could feel the bones poking out of Elvis' skin. "you guys haven't eaten in a while have you?" Arnold shook his head. Sam set his bag down on the floor. "there should be some food in there. Tuck in." Arnold opened up the bag. "you sure?" Sam just nodded.
Sam sat near Elvis and Arnold. He watched them eat their fair share of the rations he had. "did you manage to find Station Officer Steele or even Penny?" Arnold dropped his gaze. "no. We haven't managed to find anyone apart from you." Elvis started shaking again. He quit eating altogether. "Elvis, you need to keep your strength up," whispered Sam. Elvis shook his head. "I'm too scared to. I don't want to be here. Our home is gone." Elvis burst out into tears. Sam moved over to him. He pulled Elvis into his lap. He rocked him back and forth. Elvis soon started to calm down. "Arnold, can you stay here with Elvis? I'm going to see if I can't find us more supplies."
Sam pushed the wooden slab out of the way. He pulled himself up onto the surface. The wind howled through the hollowed buildings. Fire still continued to burn. Sam noticed that there were cracks in the pavement revealing a magma-like material. Sam danced over the cracks in order to avoid burning his feet. He searched the empty town for a couple of hours before stumbling upon something shining from one of the houses. Sam rushed over to the house. Water trickled down from the cracks in the floors. The roof above him showed the orange sky with a dark yellow ring in it. He picked up the shining object and discovered it to be a water jug that could hydrate three people. It still had about a half gallon in it. "good. We can use this." Sam put the jug into his bag. He slung his bag over his shoulder and continued scouting the surrounding area. He found a few more bandages and things that they really needed. He thought was in the clear up until a bolt of light shined down from the sky. Sam quickly ducked behind the wall of one of the houses he was in. The light stayed in place for a few more minutes before moving away in a straight line. Sam watched the light carefully. The light then slowly vanished. Sam heard the all-to-familiar roar of a jet engine. "search drone." he whispered.
Sam made it back to Arnold's hideout. He tossed his bag down to Arnold. Arnold moved so Sam could jump down next to him. "we need to move." Arnold looked at Sam. "why?" Sam walked over to Elvis. He picked Elvis up carefully. "I just saw a search drone which means we need to get to higher ground. They could be coming this way any minute." Elvis whimpered softly. He held onto his mentor's back. Arnold grabbed the rest of their things before joining Sam outside. "the fire station is one of the safest places in PontyPandy. We should go there first." suggested Sam. He sat Elvis on his back. Arnold nodded. "you lead, I'll follow."
The Fire Station stood out against the darkened sky. The once green fields were now browned by the radiation. The paint on the outside of the fire station was faded from years of abandonment. Arnold helped Sam clear some of the rubble away from the door. "I'm surprised that the fire station is still standing." murmured Arnold. Sam chucked a metal beam away from the pile. "it was built to withstand the constant winds we had. I just hope that the inside is in good condition." Sam carried Elvis up the steps with Arnold on his heels. "Penny? Ellie? Station Officer Steele?" called Sam quietly. He got no response. All he got back was the silent ambiance. Sam laid Elvis down on the couch. "I hope I wasn't too heavy." whimpered Elvis. "no you weren't, which is starting to worry me. Arnold, see if you can't find any more rations. I think there might be something in the kitchen. I'm going to see if I can't get the generator running. No telling how long we are going to be here for."
Elvis leaned up against the back of the couch. His rapid heart would not calm down. Fear had taken over his mind. The lights flickered dimly. Sam reappeared from the downstairs area. "we are in luck. The solar panels seem to still be working." Arnold let out a sigh of relief. Sam sat down next to Elvis. He pulled his friend close. Elvis trembled in his grasp. "why us?" he whispered. "why PontyPandy? What did we do?" Sam rubbed Elvis' back gently. "I don't know, Elvis. The world has been dying for a while. All we can do is cherish the time we have left." Elvis rested his arms against Sam's sides. "just try to get some rest. We can work out what to do in the morning or whatever time we get up. The sun has been gone for so long I don't know what time of day it is anymore." Sam laid his head on the back of the couch. He felt Elvis settle down to rest. He kept his arms wrapped tight around him as the two drifted off to sleep.