Hey popcorns 🍿
So we lost our 10 day streak of back-to-back blogging yesterday, but that’s okay because honestly I literally didn’t have time to blog. I finished online school at 5pm (there was a lot of work) and then I had to do my general day-to-day things and then my favourite authortuber (Kate Cavanaugh) was doing live writing sprints, so I did that for 2 hours and then just crashed in my bed 😂
Somehow today, in between my crazy to do list, I have managed to fit in this writing challenge, I will not be reading posts, replying to comments or anything like that till Friday, so don’t think I’m ignoring you! ☀️
If you’d like to see more info about this Writing Challenge or are interested in joining the fun then simply click here for more info and the list of prompts for each of the fifteen days of writing ✍️
Writing Challenge 2020 Day 14: write a story about an adventure in a deserted desert
Just keep walking. Just keep waking. Just keep walking.
I repeated it over and over and over, until all I could see, feel and hear were those three words.
Sounds simple, huh? Well try it when your throat is a literal desert, when you’ve already been walking for seven hours and the sun is pulsing down on you, tears of sweat rolling down your face.
That’s when the phrase ‘just keep walking’ is a lot easier said than done.
“We’re close, I think. It’s hard to tell when all you can see is-” I cut Eve off before she could finish her sentence, knowing exactly what she was going to say anyway.
“Sand.” I deadpanned.
The world was dying, dead even. We, the human race, had done it ourselves. One toxic chemical mixed with another toxic chemical, think crazy infections. Think a pandemic. Wiping almost everyone out in the world, except the immunes. Which were very, very rare. Precisely 1 in 100,000 people were immune.
Me and Eve were one of them, all our friends and family killed by it. We heard across the dangers of the Meran Desert there was a city, they called it The True City, it was the last city in the world. The rest had been ravaged by the infected; burned, destroyed, bulldozed. You name it, they did it.
Me and Eve were heading there, we needed a Safe place to stay. The infected were a few miles back from us, hell-bent on ripping our flesh and eating it but we were sure we would be able to make it by then.
The infected were totally and utterly crazed, and proud cannibals.
Spotting a flash of light, I shrieked in happiness.
“EVE! EVE! I saw light, a light. It must be a city light, we’re so close, just over this hill!” I yelled at her, sprinting up the hill with energy I didn’t even know I had, Eve quick on my heels.
Reaching the top of the mountain, I stared out at the view that faced me.
It wasn’t a city light, it was a blazing fire.
Burnt buildings, empty cars littered around all rusted with time, the infected ripping apart innocents bodies, their screams faded into the distant sunset.
There were no people, no city, no help.
There was nothing.
Ah, this would be so fun to continue! Definitely inspired by The Maze Runner Series (AKA my favourite series ever) but I think this would be so cool to continue with 💖 I love end-of-the-world stories! 😯