“This place looks like it got puked on, Viv.” I chuckle to myself, putting on my sunglasses so I can take a better look at the rotting lumps of detritus that once was a city.
I can imagine Viv’s smart aleck comeback about not hurting the city’s feelings as I survey the twisted mountains of metal and concrete that used to be skyscrapers. Just three weeks ago. Life died three weeks ago. It was murdered, actually. I find myself wondering who it was that decided to bomb the world. Not that it matters whether it was the Russians, the Chinese, or the people of Bora Bora. The fact that we were killed, and brought back to a life that is diseased, savage, and shattered is all that really matters. My home, my family, my friends have all been eradicated.
“Well, Viv. I’ve procrastinated long enough. It’s time to go find your brother like I promised.” My voice is muffled by the bandanna covering half of my face. It’s uncomfortable as ants crawling all over your face but I can’t risk being exposed to any more fumes.
Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
A promising start!
- #104 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
A rather vivid and convincing scene of post-apocalypse (and a good first line).
- #108 Posted 3 years ago
Thank you! :)
- #121 Posted 3 years ago
This series is part of a post-apocalyptic story that I'm writing from different characters' perspectives. These characters are all loosely based on MBTI types. Io is an ENFP.
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