11/3/14

2081

The year was 2081 and the world was in the fight for survival. People evolved into different environments.
The year the United States government shutdown was 2072. The government had no money, more crimes were being committed, and riots were happening more often.
The rest of world’s governments either end sooner or later. The streets in every city and town are cracked, bridges destroyed or covered over with plants, and buildings crushed and burned in the inside. Not all of the cars worked but,  mostly all were burned or crushed beneath the rubble of the buildings.
I am the only child in my family who lived through this disaster. I see strange things every day I  walk these streets to find food, supplies, and even someone to help me. I never lived with my family, I was in foster care for most of my life. I lived on the streets when I couldn't be in foster care anymore.
The only way I could survive  and defend myself was not with a gun or knife; it was memories in the Young Marines. Luckily I learned from my foster dad blocking, punching, pressure points and making hand to hand combat weapons. I taught myself how to do other things like making a fire and hunting for game.
The people I saw are trying to find me and going to kill me. I hide in alleys and buildings, places where I can sleep most nights, but  I can’t sleep because of  the fear. Every day and night, I walk and sleep with fear. I see, smell and hear fear.The sight and smell of rotting flesh is indescribable; the maggots and flies cover the dead.
The fact of the matter is that I am alone I am sure that there are others like me, but I haven’t found anyone yet. I have to keep going no matter if I'm stuck not knowing where to go.
I plan on going to the Rocky Mountains for the beauty and memories. I use to go there with my foster family every chance I got; I would climb to the top of the mountains so I wouldn't not forget those places. How I would get there, is that I will find a car that works, a bike and walking, a lot of walking. Once I get there I will build a log house, hunt and grow my own food, and again I will feel at home.
The last time I went the Rocky Mountains was when I was 25 years old; I had my own car, lived in Oregon, and the mountains were close. I was thinking about climbing the tallest mountain there. once i got there. I walked ten mile to get to the base of the mountain.It made it easy to climb because I knew how to do parkour. Parkour is finding the quickest route in a area like in the city. Near the top I was losing my strength,  and I moved to the right side of the mountain to find a ledge to sit on and rest. Eventually I found a ledge  to rest on. I sat there for ten minute and started to climb up. After an hour and forty-five minutes I made it to the top. Then I glanced at the valley below I would remember this quiet and wonderful place.
I had been driving for twenty days; my car broke down in Illinois somewhere. Now I'm riding my bike until it breaks. The towns I passed though are deserted, no one to be found or seen. The sun set over the mountains still the same as it was before all this happened. I remember sitting on top of Table Rock when I was living in Oregon at the time, looking over the valley, the high winds blowing the tall dried grass and the dust with it;  the fresh air was amazing. Every breath I took I felt like my body was being cleaned in the inside with the fresh air.
I haven't sleep in ten days, I’m covered in blood, cuts on my arms and body.  My mind filled with fear, rage, energy, and the scent of the dead bodies I killed the night I came to  Pierre, South Dakota. I was walking down Main Street to get through the city. It was getting dark but still light out;  in the distance I could see a group of  six people with a flashlight.  One of the members of the group lifted his hand up with a pistoL, then shot three rounds in the air. When I heard the first round go off I mentally ran to cover behind a car. There were three dead bodies; I put one on top of me so it would same like I was dead. The smell of the dead bodies were horrible. My nose was felt like it was rotting off.

The people in the street were close enough  I could hear  the men  saying “Come on out, we know you're out there “ like they were looking for someone. After ten minute they passed.
They were still close; one of them said, “There he is. Get him!” They run after a girl shooting and screaming at her. I decided to go follow them and try to help that girl. They caught up to her. I looked at the person, is wasn't a man it was a woman. The woman screamed for help, I ran over with my knife and stabbed one of the men in the throat  killing him instantly. I was ready to die for that girl, no matter if I wanted to leave her behind.

Two of the men came at me. I knew I could only take one of them;  one man swung his fist and his knife at me.  I leaned back, grabbed his wrist  with my right hand, and with my left hand I hit his elbow breaking. Then it took his knife, stabbed the other man in the stomach with it, and killed them both. With my eyes I stared right into to their eyes; Another man with a  pistol appeared and I threw my knife at him. The knife hit  him in the arm, I  ran at the three men and I took one man down by stabbing him in the throat, and taking his metal bar. I hit the last two men -- one of them I hit on the leg and the other on the head, I finally picked up the knife and stabbed them both.
The woman was scared of what I had down, I knelt in front of her and said  “Is all right you're safe now”.

Her knees to her chest with fear in her eyes she asked me, “Are you going to kill me?”
I put my head down to think what to say to her, and said . “No, I’m not going to kill you”
Then I asked her, “Do you want to come with me to the mountains and be safe?”

she looked down at the ground thinking what she should do, then she replied, “i’ll come with you.” I put my hand out to help her up, she grabbed my hand then we started to walk.
for about eight miles we didn’t talk to each other,;after a couple of minutes I asked her if she know where some supplies were.
She replied, “There a gun shop and mini market two blocks away.”
I told her, “Lets go check it out.”
On the way I asked her what her name was and told me, “My name is Aiyanna. It means everblooming” Aiyanna is a Native American. as we were walking to the gun shop she told me that she ran from her reservation because her people were dieing from animals and people, I told her that im sorry about her people and she had a nice name.
We arrived at the gun shop. I had my knife and gun ready, I was the gun I took from the man I killed.

I open the door and dust flo everywhere I said Aiyanna, “I guess no one knows about this place.” She didn't say anything but stayed quiet like she knew someone was there. We walked to the back of the store no one was there; I turned around and unexpectedly she stabbed me;I fell to the ground. I was bleeding out. I closed my eyes then I woke up in my bed
I sat up real quick and said “What the Hell just happened?”
I ran down my hallway to the dining room. my foster parents looked at me and said “Good morning son,  how did you sleep?” I ran over to them, gave them a hug, and my tears were running down my face like pitcher pouring out water.
After a while we sat down at the table and had breakfast,.
As we were eating my foster dad Michael he ask me, “Did you have a bad dream last night?
I replied and said, “No, my dream was about the future and how the government shutdown, the US was dead, nothing was the same anymore, everything and nearly  everyone was dead --  even you and mom ever dead”
It was quiet for a while, then my foster mom said, You think a lot which is good and thinking about your future is good too”
The day went by fast. Soon it  was 8:00, I was getting ready  for bed .I was excited to dream again even if it is a bad dream, a good dream or dream that doesn't make any sense.
Any dream can be good as long as you make it good..