A/N: This was an assignment for my english class that I was really proud of and decided to post. This is my idea of how the community as we know it got started and why the rules are the way they are.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you will recognize. I only own Alan and my other characters who'll show up in later chapters.
From the Attendant in the Hall of Closed Records to the Receiver of Memory:
A complete recounting of the origin of the community as recorded by the original Receiver of Memory
Receiver the First: Alan
It is over. Almost a century ago World War I was heralded as the war to end all wars. This time around it's true. There is only one spot on earth that hasn't been destroyed by the infamous alpha bombs of what is now considered World War III. That spot exists here, on the east bank of the Hudson River.
The final alpha was dropped by the last United States Marine alive somewhere in Asia only this morning. No one now exists in the entire world except for those of us hiding out in this godforsaken forest. That's funny, I said hiding. What could we possibly be hiding from now? I suppose that after a decade and a half of living each passing moment in terror, I still haven't gotten used to the idea of peace.
There is to be a community meeting in five minutes to discuss our future and the presence of every human being now alive is required. I have a feeling that humanity is not as dead as Mother Nature would like to believe.
I know this chapter is short, and I promise the next one will be longer. This is my first story and I'm really nervous, so please, please, please review!