Explained: A story about an apocalypse.
- The protagonist is or attempts to be a leader of a large group of some kind (ie: survivors, soldiers, refugees, etc).
- The story tells of the aftermath and/or survivors of an apocalypse.
- The story tells of a perceived apocalypse of the past, such as the extinction of the dinosaurs or the near eradication of the Native Americans.
- The method of apocalypse is a common media trope such as a zombie outbreak or an alien invasion.
- The apocalypse is somehow averted.
- The entry is written in journal/diary entry format.
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The air nipped at Hare’s nose as he tightened the small length of rope around his arm. He looked to the air as the hand holding the syringe containing the turquoise substance shook. He looked back down to the syringe before jamming it into his arm and pressing down hard on the pusher. He made a small grunting noise as he done so but maintained his posture. After he had injected himself he untied the rope and quickly shoved his blue shirt arm down and fastened the button. Hare peeked over the rock he hid behind to see the traders who roamed the same paths every day of every month of every year.
Hare grabbed the small nightstick that lay next to him and prepared. He had to wait for the kick though, they might fight back and he wasn’t ready without the kick. A few seconds later and the kick happened. Hare’s eyes turned a ghastly shade of red for a second or two before a wicked grin grew on his face. He leaped over the rock with a newfound sense of confidence before swinging at one of the startled traders before he got a chance to react. The trader let out a short yelp before he was silenced with a dented face. Hare quickly elbowed the other trader in the stomach before he could reach for the rifle on his back. He then tripped the trader up and began to stamp on his skull with his foot. After about 3 solid minutes of stamping all that was left of the traders head was pieces of brain on Hare’s shoe and the blood that stained the dirt where the trader fell.
Hare was breathing heavily as he searched through the trader’s equipment and whatnot. The blue uniform he wore had a blood stain on its leg. Hare stared at the blood stain for a few seconds before beginning to laugh. He slung the rifle that the now lobotomized trader used to own over his shoulder and made his way to his next destination.
Soon he heard the yelps and screams of the dreaded beasts that began to gnaw and chew on the traders bodies as Hare began to run. A few days of walking and occasionally injecting, Hare arrived at his destination. He looked at the massive steel gates that stood before him before calling up.
“POLICE CHIEF HARE IS HERE” Soon enough a lanky, buck toothed man wearing a chequered shirt appeared near the top of the gate
“What you want Hare, you know I can’t let you in here no more after last time when you...done the deed with Joe’s daughter.” The man’s accent was thick southern but hard to make out a specific area. He had obviously moved from America to Scotland before the incident because of everyone’s obvious trust in him. A misplaced trust as well. Hare called back to the man.
“If ye’ dinnae let me up I’ll find a way in and I will slit yer’ throat will ye’ sleep, you hear that, John? D’ye?” John’s face suddenly flushed of all colour. He stuttered with his words
“O-ok, hare I’ll let you in, b-but only this time” With that he seemed to hop down off the gate and onto a small platform else before walking down to the gate and pushing it open with great effort. When the gate was fully open he was grabbed by Hare before being pulled around the fence that surrounded the camp and being beaten to death with his baton. No chances were to be taken with this ‘drug bust’.
Hare made his way into the fortress while swinging his bloodied baton by its handle. Most people who were out as Hare walked through the town quickly made their way in doors. That is other than one man. Joe. The 40 something year old man angrily paced up to Hare before beginning to scream and spit in his face about manners and what not. This was quickly brought to a stop when Hare slapped him in the face. He then dropped his nightstick before kicking him in the gut. After that he beat him to the ground with his fists and crushed his ribs with his foot. He took off his helmet and began to bash the rest of Joe’s internal organs in with it before throwing the dented helmet away after he was done.
After that he un-slung the rifle from his back and began to wildly shoot it in the air. After that he made his way into the church on top of the hill. He could hear the yelps in the distance already as he walked into the church gathering. He closed the door on his way in and stopped it from opening with a few chairs that he forcefully pushed people off of. He then smashed one of the stain glass windows and held his rifle out of it. He watched as the hoards of demented beings that used to be alive and then dead scrambled into the town and began knocking down doors and whatnot. With a shaky hand he reached into his pocket and stabbed a dirty syringe into his neck before pushing down on the pusher. Again the kick happened.
He began to fire wildly at the demon hordes that started to sprint towards the church before turning to the people cowering and crying behind him to fire at them. He couldn’t tell the difference now, not after Irene died. He dropped his rifle when it ran out of ammo before the men in the assembly gained some balls and ran at him, screaming. He smashed one of the men down with a punch but had trouble taking a few more down. Soon he was overpowered and was trapped under a few chairs. Hare drifted into unconsciousness as the zombies burst in the room and bit him before promptly devouring the others quicker.
Hare woke up. He looked around, all he could see where happy people. After going for a jog with the new group that had met him they found a banquet of food and began to dig in. It was a happy life for Police Chief Hare now, no more regret, no more drugs, no more Irene, only eating.
The remaining survivors tried to fend off the zombies that attacked their dreary village. Their ringleader was promptly taken down by a zombie wearing a blue police uniform though and the rest fell soon after.
Happiness Is Where You Find It
Today, I found a pretty, shiny stone. I put it in my lucky tin. Mommy says that I shouldn’t go around touching strange things. I got told off when I showed it to her. We both had to be screen and tested for any traces of radiation, and I had to throw the stone away. I was sent to my room for the rest of the day.
The men in funny suits visited the shelter today. All the adults saluted whenever they passed, and were very nervous. I don’t know why. One of the men gave me a lollypop and said I was adorable. He was really nice. I asked my mom about the men when they left. She said they just came to make sure the shelter’s still safe.
There were screams and howls in the night. Mom said that the screams are made by monsters who will gobble you up if you don’t do what the shelter staff tell you. One of the shelter staff, called Bill, said that they were actually mutated beasts left over from the war, and to never go outside when they’re near, or they will tear you apart.
I don’t like Bill. He tells me scary stories and is a meanie.
It was apparently the anniversary of the end of the war. There was a party in the shelter. Everybody was talking and laughing, and there was lots of yummy food there! There were pictures around the shelter of the world as it was before the war. Green grass, and flowers of all colors, and really tall buildings! The world was beautiful. It made me feel all fuzzy just thinking about what it would be like to live there. There were fun games in the evening, and then I was put to bed as I wasn’t young enough to drink. Why do adults drink so much?
All the men went on a hunting trip to get more food and supplies after the party. Daddy went on one a few months ago and didn’t come back. I miss daddy. Mommy misses him too. I could hear her crying from her room today. It made me sad. I wanted to cry too. I went into her room, and I said “Mommy, please don’t cry.” We cried together.
I lost my diary but now I’ve found it again. Yay! It’s been boring around here, but tomorrow’s my seventh birthday! I’m really excited! Mom says she’s hidden my present. I tried looking but I can’t find it. Sneaky mommy. All the adults were acting really nice to me, saying things like “I’ve heard it’s your birthday tomorrow. Ooh, you’re almost a big girl now!”
My birthday was really fun! I got lots of nice gifts. Relics and sweeties and clothes. One of the Shelter staff gave me a small survival knife, but I don’t want to use it. One of mom’s friends braided my hair. It looked beautiful! I put on one of my dresses and she said I looked like a proper little lady. All the fun tired me out, though, and I went to bed early.
Today was boring after all the fun of yesterday. I wandered around outside. The staff had told me to take my knife just in case, but I didn’t need to use it. Me and some other children played in some old ruins. We found a thin box with a disc in it, and brought it back to the shelter. It said “The best rap hits of 2010” on the front. One of the staff brought out an old machine for playing discs. People from before the war sure liked to brag. I like the songs we sing better, even though they sound so sad. They still sound beautiful.
Chloe, one of my friends, asked me a weird question today. She asked “Why did all this bad stuff have to happen?” I don’t know why she asked that. I told her what I thought. Life is fun here. The old world looks beautiful, with its green grass and tall buildings, but I’d choose living here any day. My friends and family are all here, and this is home.
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