The Documentation of a Dead World

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 9 (v.1) - Collecting Information

Submitted: October 19, 2016

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The other two men sat down on the floor while the injured one checked his bandages. “Landon!” Jessie yelled as she sat down with the others. “Come on in. And bring what we have left of the first aid.” Landon walked in through the back door with the kit and kneeled down next to the injured man. He began to tend to his wounds as Jessie carried on with her conversation.

“Well, I know they have something to do with the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital, I know they’re well armed..” Jessie says as she gestures towards her rifle. “...And I know they killed a friend of mine.” The man in front of her exhaled and swallowed hard before he spoke. “I’m sorry. I’ve lost my fair share. We would have lost Johnny if it wasn’t for his brother.” He nodded to the man next to Johnny. “Oh by the way, I’m Rory, the guy with bite taken out of his leg is Johnny and his brother is Tyler.” Jessie gestured towards Landon. “This is Landon and I’m Jessie.”

“It’s nice to meet people that aren’t from The Field.” Said Rory as the other two nodded in agreement. “The Field?” Said Landon as he finished up bandaging the wound on Johnny’s leg. “You don’t know?...The Field is where the residents under the control of the Revs live.” Rory said with some surprise. Johnny spoke. “Hardly living. The people there are cooped up in small shelters and tents. The “Military” is first priority so the only way to get a hot meal or a nice bed is to enlist. I’ve seen some great people turn into monstrous killing machines. No feelings, no remorse.”

Jessie shook her head. “Why doesn’t anyone do something about it?” Tyler looked up with a look in his eyes that indicated a sense of hopelessness and despair. “The leaders make everyone feel weak and feeble without them, feed them this propaganda about how this is the best they can do and how safe they are compared to the “savages” that live out there.” “You said something about leaders? How does the whole leadership system work?” Jessie said. The three men looked at each other and looked back at Jessie. Johnny was the first to speak up. “We don’t actually know. They don’t tell us. We lived there for most of our lives and not once did they talk about how the system worked. All they did was enforced the laws and told us to follow them.”

Landon stood up. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna take a smoke break.” The others continued talking as Landon walked outside. He leaned up against the house and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it with a match and looked up and down the rotten neighborhood. The sound of muffled talking from inside the house lingered in the air as Landon watched the stream of smoke rise and disperse in the wind. The wind blew again giving Landon a chill. As he faced the wind, the snap of a tree branch rang out. Landon looked in the direction of the sound. As he began to walk toward the tree, he felt a sudden pain in the pack of his head with a powerful blow. His vision went black.

Jessie held her finger up to interrupt Rory. Rory looked confused. “What is it?” Jessie slowly stood up and walked to the window in the living room with her rifle drawn. “Get down.” Jessie said with force. As she leaned her head out of the window she saw a woman dressed the same as the other Revs she had previously encountered dragging Landon to a truck. She brought her rifle’s sight up to her eye but before she could fire she heard the click of multiple other guns. She looked up from the sight and saw two other Revs aiming at her. “Drop the gun or you and your friends are dead.” Said the one on the left.

Jessie put down her rifle, being clearly out gunned. More Revs stormed in the back and disarmed Jessie completely. The Revs handcuffed Jessie, Landon, and the three men. A man walked in through the front door with heavy military combat armor with a red ‘R’ painted on the right arm. The other soldiers saluted as he walked in, clearly he was in charge. He stood over Jessie like a pre-war tower, looking down at her. Jessie looked up at him and spoke. “If you’ve got something to say, spit it the fuck out.” One of the soldiers hit her with the stock of his rifle. “You speak when spoken to, savage!” Jessie bounced back with a look that could send a chill down a Yao Guai’s spine. “I’ll show you a savage, mother fucker!” The soldier rose his rifle’s stock again before being interrupted by the one in charge. “Miller!” Miller looked up at him and stormed off to the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry about that.” Said the man. “Miller can be...hostile towards outsiders. I am General McCoy of the Revolutionary Army.”

 


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