02-02-2018
The blasted lands of the Dying Earth, year 7853021
After Ascension
The
crowd scattered like cockroaches fleeing the second the gates opened. They
swarmed the shade and left room for no one else, no room for the weak or the
dying.
They
left their imprint on dust floating in the air, staying up in a moment of
ingravity, in seeming permanent nonmotion.
I had
just arrived this universe so I didn’t know what was the significance of the
sunset through radioactive clouds, of that orange light that seeped by the
opening of the gates.
A fast
hand dragged me to the shadows and stayed over my mouths, tracing the patterns
over my lips to signal me to stay quiet.
It was
my companion, my guide through this universe. A native of this quantum spectrum
to take care of my naïve steps.
They
lowered me and huddled me closer to them. The distinctive warmth of the
inhabitants of this place grounded me into existence.
The
gates did not close. The refuge was now exposed.
My
companion whispered into my ear canal.
- The scavengers are here. – they said, a
coded death sentence.
I could
only look at them in uncertainty.
- Many,
many, many nights ago, when the bombs just fell, we made a pact with the ones
who run wild in the desert.
I
nodded. These were the beings I came here for.
The
scavengers roamed the dirt streets of the refuge, a city made of scraps and
metal. They sniffed the air and licked their lips with the only tongue they
had.
Human physiology
is a mystery for all ascended creatures in many universes. My companion was one
too, but the refugees were tainted with radiation.
Uranium,
nasty primitive stuff.
I drew
back from the protective embrace of my companion and peeked through the corner.
There
they were the scavengers dragging the dying out of their homes, the sick from
their beds and the dead from their graves.
There is
two places that became useless after the bombs fell, my companion tells me, the
first are Hospitals, medicine forever forgotten, and Cemeteries, so death
became restless.
The
scavengers dragged their hunt out of the city, merciful to the residents and
they feasted.
For all
I have traveled this is my final destination, the blasted lands of the Dying
Earth, where cannibals thrive in radioactive flesh.