Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
The night was cold. I could feel the chill through my suit, making me shiver. The air was still. It was one of THOSE nights. One of the nights where anything dark and evil could creep out of its den and kill. Kill whatever is on its path. I shivered again, this time not from the cold. Such creatures exist where I live. And they only are because humans thought they were gods. And fell pretty damn hard.
It started with what all stories of this kind seem to start. With a war. The Bio War between the U.S. and Russia was coming to what seemed like a peaceful end. Both sides had dangerous and extremely unstable bioweapons. Once one of them would launch a bomb. Everyone would launch bombs. And all would be over in less than an hour. But they got tired of fighting this way. So they went for peace. They both sent their most influencial political figures to negociate. In this case, humanity was at stake.
And then while they were talking a bomb exploded, killing both men.
Russia blamed the U.S. and vice-versa. And both launched their deadly weapons, killing 93% of the human race. After what elders called "the end of days", humans were confined to antibacterial suits, filters, constant checkups and underground life. Until one man, an architect by the name of Henry Fields, designed the Dome Cities.
The domes were huge and could house cities as big as what they called New York, one of the mythical cities destroyed in the bombings. They were made of a material that could withstand extreme temperatures, pressure and even clean the air of toxins so the humans living inside it could survive.
It was revolutionary. And only a couple years later, the first Dome was constructed. It was considered one of the world's greatest creations, and Henry was praised as the savior of mankind. The biochemicals hadn't affected the soil and soon, farms and villages were built. Society continued moving forward. and now we got Gigacities, cities that were built half underground, half above ground. With all the technology and the arrogance that goes with it.
My Gigacity was baptized Evelyn, in the memory of Evelyn Fields, Henry Fields' daughter. It is more the codename of the Dome than the name of the city itself, allowing quick and easy recognition in case of great emergency.
Society is yet again torn by the problems the ancient domeless cities had. Money, violence, power. And then there's us.
We're the Seekers.
The Deadlands outside the Domes are, as the name implies, devoid of life. Well, that's in plain sunlight. On nights like these, it's another story.
You see, the bioweapons may have killed humans. Maybe some animals. But the biobombs were aimed at humans only. Have you ever been scared of a chihuahua? I have. Original chihuahuas may have been cute. Mutated chihuahuas are a lot less. Any mutated animal that lives out here is a terrifying nightmare. And guess who has to sleep in the Deadlands every now and then?
We walk for days and nights without end, scavenging. We search the Deadlands for remnants of the ancient civilisation of the domeless times. What we find we bring back.
I'm part of Seeker Unit 48. We dont have names. We don't need any. Just our numbers. My number is 3.