Apocalypse Story Blurb Part Trois
Apr. 2nd, 2010 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lifeingeneralSo my muse decided to rewrite somethings in this little verse. I still haven't been able to write anything longer than blurbs for this thing and its starting to piss me off, lol. I know what I want to happen-ish just wont come out, ugh...
When most people imagine the end of the world, they think of viral outbreaks, zombies, the four horsemen cometh, the apocalypse. When in reality it's nothing so glamorous.
It wasn't just the virus that killed off most of the population, but paranoia. That's what happened to my Aunt and my sister Jeannie. They died in a fire trying to get me and my brother Julian out. All because Aunt Maggie sneezed while out buying groceries. It's a horrible thing to be burnt alive, if the screams were anything to go by; and the smell of flesh burning, it's indescribable. Julie still has burn marks on his back from where he backed out of the burning door. Me? I came out of it physically healthy but mentally freaked that people could be so cruel.
It's just Julian and me now, I'm sure our parents are still out there somewhere, probably still back home in bumfucksville, Indiana, or what's left of it anyways.
"Hey sleepy-head wake up! These water buckets aren't going to fill themselves!"
Startled at Julian's exclamation, I turned and stared at my big brother with wide eyes before glaring. "I'm not deaf you know! You don't have to holler, jerk." I leaned over and shoved one of the trash cans off the trolley and into the L.A river.
"Well if you weren't a million miles away." I watched him grin before heaving a bucket of full water up onto his shoulder.
Not having a comeback, I just stuck my tongue out before gathering the partially full trash can pulling it to the edge of the trolley and then up and over the edge. That's when I heard it, in the background, the faint sound of an engine revving.
"Julie?"
The question hung in the air as I watched Julian turn to the road above, he must have heard it too. "It's okay just finish filling buckets."
I nodded trying hard not to glance at the overpass behind us. Knowing that if I drew any attention to us that would be it. The motor-heads had killed dozens of people for less than a few trash cans full of water. One thing about not having anyone to enforce the laws was people tended to take them into their own hands.
"That's the last one, stay close to me and just walk slow till we're out of eye sight." I nodded and practically glued myself to my brothers side as we left the river and made our way slowly back into the maze of buildings and businesses that made up downtown L.A. I could still faintly here the revving of the motorcycles, and I swear I could hear laughing too, as we turned the street and made our way back to the small private school that we called home.
When most people imagine the end of the world, they think of viral outbreaks, zombies, the four horsemen cometh, the apocalypse. When in reality it's nothing so glamorous.
It wasn't just the virus that killed off most of the population, but paranoia. That's what happened to my Aunt and my sister Jeannie. They died in a fire trying to get me and my brother Julian out. All because Aunt Maggie sneezed while out buying groceries. It's a horrible thing to be burnt alive, if the screams were anything to go by; and the smell of flesh burning, it's indescribable. Julie still has burn marks on his back from where he backed out of the burning door. Me? I came out of it physically healthy but mentally freaked that people could be so cruel.
It's just Julian and me now, I'm sure our parents are still out there somewhere, probably still back home in bumfucksville, Indiana, or what's left of it anyways.
"Hey sleepy-head wake up! These water buckets aren't going to fill themselves!"
Startled at Julian's exclamation, I turned and stared at my big brother with wide eyes before glaring. "I'm not deaf you know! You don't have to holler, jerk." I leaned over and shoved one of the trash cans off the trolley and into the L.A river.
"Well if you weren't a million miles away." I watched him grin before heaving a bucket of full water up onto his shoulder.
Not having a comeback, I just stuck my tongue out before gathering the partially full trash can pulling it to the edge of the trolley and then up and over the edge. That's when I heard it, in the background, the faint sound of an engine revving.
"Julie?"
The question hung in the air as I watched Julian turn to the road above, he must have heard it too. "It's okay just finish filling buckets."
I nodded trying hard not to glance at the overpass behind us. Knowing that if I drew any attention to us that would be it. The motor-heads had killed dozens of people for less than a few trash cans full of water. One thing about not having anyone to enforce the laws was people tended to take them into their own hands.
"That's the last one, stay close to me and just walk slow till we're out of eye sight." I nodded and practically glued myself to my brothers side as we left the river and made our way slowly back into the maze of buildings and businesses that made up downtown L.A. I could still faintly here the revving of the motorcycles, and I swear I could hear laughing too, as we turned the street and made our way back to the small private school that we called home.