Beginning of the end
Pale View Island
“Chief – Chief -”
My attention turn to the young lad, interrupting my stand so impolitely, and his pale skin shows the confusion in his voice. “What is it boy? Why are you not on your post?” He exhales sharply, holding his stomach for a brief rest.
“Something happened - I am not sure how to explain this -”
I squeeze his shoulder for encouragement, “Tell me quickly boy, what is going on?” “A few men - they returned from the city but the ship - it holds creatures . . . I am not completely certain what to make of this - they said these creatures was the men on the-the ship.”
I shake my head, “I do not think I understand your answer. The creatures on the ship were men?” “Yes Sir - the creatures woke up from the – dead - soldiers captured them in cages but were badly injured.”
I glance behind him at the ship - men screaming, “What is going on soldier?” He turns to the noise, holding his sword in place.
“They are coming Sir.”
“Who is coming?”
“The dead Sir - the dead are approaching.”
We face a war, unknown to society - we face it in complete silence - everything falls apart, gradually. Our life’s depend on the survival skills we have - our survival depends on the steps we take.
If we quit now, there will not be a tomorrow - without the hope to face tomorrow - our future erupts.
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