The Documentation of a Dead World

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - Not a Morning Person

Submitted: February 24, 2016

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Jessie returned to her shelter and sat down on the cot. She opened the journal and lied down.

 

Journal entry #2 October 10th, 2077

Hello again. I’m back. It’s been a little while but I’m here. I couldn’t sleep so I thought, why not? From what I hear the war is getting pretty bad. There’s talk of nuclear bombs now apparently. Really? Nukes? How important is this oil to everyone that we have to obliterate mankind over it. Oil will be of no use if everything is wiped out. I’m worried. In fact I’m so worried that I may or may not have started working on my own bomb shelter. It’s a room with four foot thick concrete walls, a hidden door, food for up to a month, water for a month, a small cot and of course booze. I wish I could have bought three more beds but I didn’t want to spend too much money. Besides I put some extra blankets in there in the cabinet under the cot. I’ll worry more tomorrow I guess.

 

Jessie feeling very cold still, checked under the cot and found the blankets just as he had said. Jessie put the journal away and fell asleep. Generally, she didn’t sleep a whole lot but she hadn’t been around a sane human in so long that she had forgotten what it’s like to be in the company of a decent human being. Meeting Landon was a slightly odd experience, however, Jessie enjoyed every bit of it.

 

Jessie awoke the next morning to screams. She jolted up and grabbed her knife. For a few moments she waited. Only silence. She thought to herself that maybe she had another nightmare and that was what woke her up. As she began to reassure herself that the scream was in her head, she heard it again. This time louder and more violent as if someone were being attacked. It sounded close. Jessie flipped her knife so the blade was pointed down and she opened the concrete door, fully expecting a fight.

 

When the door slid down she saw four people. Three men surrounded a woman looking to be in her early twenties with her clothing ripped and her head and lip bleeding. The three men looked at Jessie with confusion while the woman looked at her with a sense of desperation and silent pleading. Jessie stormed at the men with her knife in hand. “What the hell is going on here?!” Jessie screamed. One of the men who seemed to be the leader of the group approached her and held his arm out in front of Jessie. “Little girl, how about you just walk back in your-” Before the man could finish his sentence Jessie twisted the man’s arm behind his back and broke it. The man screamed in agony while his friends just stood there in shock.

 

Jessie moved her knife to the side of the man’s neck. The others reached for their guns. Jessie dropped the knife and kicked the man in the back of the knee, making him fall to his knees. She reached her hand to his holster and pulled out a 45. auto pistol. She hid behind the man as his friends fired at her. Almost all of the shots hit Jessie’s hostage, quickly killing him. Once the others realized what they had done, Jessie pushed the body to the ground and drew her gun on the others. “Just walk. Please.” One man began to raise his gun but before he could do so, Jessie shot him in the forehead, spattering blood on the other man’s face who was standing about a foot behind him.

 

The last man stood there for a moment in complete astonishment before sprinting out of the cave. Jessie lowered the gun and sighed deeply looking down at her jeans that were now covered in blood. She adjusted her gaze to the woman on the ground. She had tears in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Jessie said as she approached the woman and crouched down near her. The scarred woman said nothing, she just stared at Jessie. “Hey. What’s your name?” The woman snapped out of her trance and spoke quietly. “K-Kayla…” “Alright Kayla, how about we go inside and fix you up?” Kayla sniffled and nodded as she stood up. Jessie led her into the shelter and sat her down on the cot. She grabbed her water bottle and handed it to Kayla. “Thirsty?” Kayla nodded and took the bottle.

 

“How bad did those men hurt you?” Kayla cleared her throat after taking a swig of the water. “Not a whole lot. They hit me and knocked me out. When I woke up they were trying to rip my clothes off in that cave. That’s when you showed up.” “Sorry it had to get violent, I usually try to avoid that kind of thing but I wasn’t just going to leave you there.” Said Jessie. “Thanks.” Kayla said with a small smile. “No problem.”

 

Jessie used a damp piece of gauze to clean Kayla’s wounds and dress them properly. “Do you have somewhere to be? I can take you there.” “No, I’ve been living by myself for two years now. When my brother died, I had no family left. So I just left.” “I’m sorry to hear that. I lost my family a few years ago too. My dad and little brother.” Said Jessie as she rubbed her forehead. “But anyway, you’re welcome to stay with me if you’d like.” She said with a smile. “You’re sure you don’t mind? I wouldn’t want to be a liability.” “Nonsense. I’d enjoy some company. Speaking of which I have a friend up on College road, you know where that is?” “Yeah, up by the river.” “Exactly, he lives in an old animal clinic. I was planning on meeting him today but we can hold off so you can get some rest.” “Oh no, we can go. I’d love to meet another friendly face. I’m fine.” Kayla said with a slightly more convincing smile. “You sure?” “Yeah absolutely.” “Alright then, but just keep in mind, this friend Landon, he’s a bit of a character so don’t be too surprised by his antics.” “Got it.”

 


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