The idea of the, "Apocalypse" is different for many people. Some believe that the world will end by God's almighty wrath. Others believe that the world will come to devastating blows with nuclear weapons, and unknown biotic warfare. Even some people think that zombies will be the cause of extinction. However, this story will contain none of those, in fact the world doesn't end. It just changes.
Max woke up on a bright, surprisingly clear afternoon. He hadn't wish he slept long, because he was supposed to go with Micki to the river, to get their fresh supply of water for the day. Max and Micki were twins, the ages of 17, and with Micki being the eldest by two minutes. She always held it over his head, and he would always be enraged by her taunts, nevertheless, they were all each other had in this dark, abandoned world.
As max walked down the stairs of their boarded up apartment room, he slipped on his working gloves, and grabbed an extra bucket that was put there for gathering supplies. He noticed something odd though, in his hustle to meet his sister, there were no fumes in the air. Usually you can smell the odd but slightly attractive smell of a fletchet. When the human body is sleeped deprived for a very, very long time, it starts to, "lose itself." It becomes very sensitive to everything, very tense, and very dangerous. The end result of a dead, sleep deprived human (with a little help from the last element) is a fletchet. A dangerous, agile, and a slightly common being. They're only one tiny gift from the apocalypse that the last element brought onto the earth, right after researchers discovered it.
Seeing as how common fletchets were, max stood in shock of how he couldn't sense that there were any by the area. Usually he and Micki would have to sneek their way to the river. As he stepped outside anxiety hit him like a brick. The bucket his sister took out that morning was laying on the ground in front of him. He quickly looked around the area for any sign of her, or any sign of a struggle. At that very moment, a gut wrenching scream was let out only a streets away from where he was standing, and without any hesitation whatsoever, Max was off in rage and slight caution.
He turned the corner to find his sister in the back of a small alley armed with a crowbar. She wasn't the only one thought. Four thugs were drawing nearer to her, saying taunts and snickering back and forth to each other. One of the men had a gun. As Max caught himself before he made too much noise, Micki noticed him and yelled out a scream.
"MAX!" She cried. Instantaneously, the four men jumped around, one of them being startled and pulled the trigger of his gun, with Max barely jumping behind a dumpster to evade it.
"Why would you shoot? There's probably-" The thug cut off in mid sentence, as four fletchets turned the corner in a nasty sprint, with unrelenting intentions. Micki saw her chance and made a sprint to the spot where her brother was. Mid stride, she was caught by one of the men, the only one not paying attention to the fletchets.
"You're not going any-" The man said before Max's fist caught his cheek. He took the crowbar from his sisters grip and brought down another fletchet that came from the same place he did.
"Don't let them get away!" One of the thugs says, as he begins an engagement with another fletchet.
"Run!" Max yells as he grabs his sisters hand. The two make a break or the corner where Max came from. They're feet catch lucky angles in the rubble of the old pizza parlor, assisting them in their getaway. They near their only home for now, and their only shelter from the destroyed earth. Fletchets roam in distant corners and in undiscovered locations. Micki grabs her bucket at the end of their stairs, and the two stop to take a breather.
"Max, I just wanted to thank you." Micki says as she pants, but still trying to put effort into it.
"Don't thank me, you would've done the same. Except you would've had to save those thugs." Max blurts out in a little chuckle, smiling. Micki looks at him with a sarcastic smile, and gives him a hug. "We should probably grab some plywood for the door tonight." Max suggests. "We might have some unwanted guests."
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