City Walls [Lucent Fortune and Blue Demon]
It was the year 2034. Or it was also known as 0 W.E. (World's end). It was the year the end of the world came to Earth. It started small in a small town in Russia. People got sick then they would fall into a coma and die. It was dubbed the 'Sleeping Death' by the newspapers. Most people didn't worry about it because it was contained, and far away from them. Then it began appearing in Africa, then Europe, then America.
By the year 2037, 3 W.E. people began to panic. No one knew how the disease was spreading, only that it was. People began to isolate themselves in a futile attempt to save themselves. Over the next five years millions died. Society collapsed. The world as we knew it had ended. Then the disease went away. It was the year 8 W.E. People just stopped dying. But the fear remained.
People who had outlasted it by isolation kept their isolation. Some people wandered about, salvaging items to sell. Society had regressed. Only a small handful of communities retained technology and the means to use them. Mainly those places that isolated themselves. They continued to advance themselves and began to build upwards into the sky. Now, in the year 56 W.E. In one city, an event is about to take place.
The high wall always blotted out the sun except for when it was at its zenith. The walls themselves made up for it by being illuminecent. It was beautiful in Peter's opinion. The walls, not the sun. The sun was also beautiful, but in a different, unrestrained way. It lived outside the walls.
Nothing, it was said, was left of mankind outside of the walls. The Sleeping Death had killed everyone who hadn't hidden away inside this city. It was said that the Sleeping Death waited outside the walls, waiting to get in. So no one should ever leave. It was forbidden to go outside. So forbidden it held a death penalty. For if you caught the Sleeping Death and you came back inside with it... The consequences were unimaginable.
But Peter didn't know if he believed that. Sure they were safe inside the walls. But was everyone but them dead? Peter didn't believe this. Surely others had the same idea. Isolation couldn't have just been a singular idea unique to the city. And if no one lived outside anymore, how could the Sleeping Death still be there? He wasn't a doctor, but he had heard enough murmurings to know that it couldn't have survived.
Peter sighed and rolled over in his bed. He looked out the window of his room. His family lived on the tenth floor of housing building 112. Their building was only 27 stories tall. Some of the tallest buildings were over 50 stories tall, but never residential buildings. No, these ones were short enough that the tall city wall was still taller.
Tonight that city wall gleamed and it didn't make Peter feel safe. It didn't remind him of beautiful things. It made him feel trapped. He threw the covers over his head with a moan. Insomnia. It was common for him. How many nights had he laid awake with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him?