What Remains

There is only one way to get out of here alive. I rush for the corn field. I know there will be dozens of them in here but I must get out. The farmer has caught me taking his rations. It was the only way to live out here. It was raid or be raided. It was at this point the monster jumped me. I stabbed it in the eye before it bit me. I ran for the town to get away from the farm.

I looked out of the window of the tavern.
It was a wasteland. The remains of a long dead civilisation. The cities were crumbled and ruined. The forests could not grow anymore. The whole world was a mess. My grandparents use to tell stories of the old world. They talked about all the colours of nature. The town’s folk that were friendly and kind. Fortunately my grandparents were prepared for the nukes. They, like some families, foresaw the tragedy and prepared.

What came out of the Time of Tragedy weren't all human though. Creatures were born out of radioactivity. Things like Mutants, Cyclops like creatures that are ferocious. There were Tumes, big slug like creatures that are very passive but very territorial. And of course Ghouls, blood thirsty creatures that won’t stop fighting till they kill every last person.
To survive the monsters out here you needed firearms and lots of them. It’s the only thing that will stop them.





I wake to the sound of a scream of terror. I look out the window and I see a group of mutants tearing through the town. I rush for my sniper to try and pick some off. I line up my shot and fire. It normally takes a few shots to kill them but it’s too late, they already see me. I try to pack my stuff away quick before they try to kill me. I get it all together and run out the back door. I look back for a moment and see two large mutants charging at me. I jump on a nearby motorcycle and speed off. I look back one last time and see them still chasing after me. I grab my shotgun and shoot aimlessly at one of them. It worked, now there is only one of them. This is the one I shot with my sniper and he looks ferocious. I keep trying to shoot him but none of my shots hit. As he keeps getting closer I pray for a miracle. Then as I look back he leaps at me. I close my eyes fearing for the worse. After a few seconds of nothing happening I reopen my eyes to find myself lying in bed. I look outside the window to see the old world. It must have all been a dream, a nightmare or even a prediction.

FOLLOW US


25

Write4Fun.net was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.

KEEP IN TOUCH

Stay informed about the latest competitions, competition winners and latest news!