Post by BECCA on May 19, 2009 0:17:22 GMT -5
THE DAY THE WORLD WENT AWAY
FIVE MONTHS AGO, THE WORLD ENDED. A catastrophic storm hit New York City. The scientists told us that it was coming, they said that what we were doing to the planet would be our undoing...but we didn't listen. Seven months ago, the world's mean temperature started rising. Water levels began rising with it, and the corners of our beloved city began to get wet. The shit hit the fan five months ago, though, and none of us paid any attention to the warnings from the experts--it was a storm unlike any other; thunder, wind, rain, lightning--it was horrible. Buildings have been destroyed, and all of the bridges off the island to the mainland crumbled...all the tunnels caved in on themselves. Those of us that know anything about what happened say that much worse is coming, but we've no idea what form this worse will be arriving in. We all have to be prepared for the worse, but its getting harder.
WE HAVEN'T SEEN A SINGLE RESCUE EFFORT. We have to learn to survive on our own. Of course, it's not always as easy as it sounds. The day to day struggle, instead of successfully bringing everyone together--Kumbaya style--has driven many of us to break away from the pack. Some have divided into a faction that will stop it nothing to survive...they'll stoop to any low to get what they want. We call them the "wicked," or the rebels. Then there's another faction, headed by a former marine and his family, who help the weak. They're the ones to go to for help, while the others abandon those who hold them back. The so-called rebels are cunning and ruthless, and the two groups struggle to survive...they are fighting not only against mother nature, but one another, with a scattered group of people who choose to remain neutral try to find their own way among the crossfire.
FIVE MONTHS AGO, THE WORLD ENDED. A catastrophic storm hit New York City. The scientists told us that it was coming, they said that what we were doing to the planet would be our undoing...but we didn't listen. Seven months ago, the world's mean temperature started rising. Water levels began rising with it, and the corners of our beloved city began to get wet. The shit hit the fan five months ago, though, and none of us paid any attention to the warnings from the experts--it was a storm unlike any other; thunder, wind, rain, lightning--it was horrible. Buildings have been destroyed, and all of the bridges off the island to the mainland crumbled...all the tunnels caved in on themselves. Those of us that know anything about what happened say that much worse is coming, but we've no idea what form this worse will be arriving in. We all have to be prepared for the worse, but its getting harder.
WE HAVEN'T SEEN A SINGLE RESCUE EFFORT. We have to learn to survive on our own. Of course, it's not always as easy as it sounds. The day to day struggle, instead of successfully bringing everyone together--Kumbaya style--has driven many of us to break away from the pack. Some have divided into a faction that will stop it nothing to survive...they'll stoop to any low to get what they want. We call them the "wicked," or the rebels. Then there's another faction, headed by a former marine and his family, who help the weak. They're the ones to go to for help, while the others abandon those who hold them back. The so-called rebels are cunning and ruthless, and the two groups struggle to survive...they are fighting not only against mother nature, but one another, with a scattered group of people who choose to remain neutral try to find their own way among the crossfire.