On Dystopian Societies
On Dystopian Societies
A Report on our future world
By Jeffrey Clemmons
The girl scrambled for food through the thick wall of trash, the smell of mildew crossing her nose. She wore a tattered leather jacket and a pair of old jeans with shoes that people once called Chuck Taylors. She cursed when she didn’t find anything and turned back to her brother who was in the shopping cart looking hopefully at her. She sighed, “Nothing.” Her little brother sighs as well and she begins to push him in the cart again, back into the destroyed and broken streets. All around them the buildings had collapsed, they’d been bombed or quaked. Some had merely just deteriorated and broke down by themselves. An old thing made of tons of metal once called a Chevy sat on the side of the road. They went past it without a second glance, and stared through the crunchy and dead grass on what was once a park. Now there were no trees, dark green water that was more than most likely dirt, and the benches were about to break down just like the buildings. A highway bridge not far away next to a McDonalds was broken in he middle, something like a stuntman trick, only the stuntman was dead. The McDonalds sign wasn’t even buzzing today-the batteries had died a good four years ago with the rest of the world. The girl hadn’t tasted a McDonalds burger in what seemed like forever, maybe it was forever. Maybe it wasn’t. The world had changed so much because of two things: World War III and The Plague. The Plague had ravined through the earth and killed out 92.30% of the entire Human Race, leaving the rest as stragglers. For once there was no such thing as the Rich or the Poor, but The Stragglers and the Grapplers. Barely living and barley eating. That was the Rich and the Poor of this dark new world, where the sky was always covered in black and green clouds. The last blue sky was God knows when. The girl and her brother rolled down the long hill and then they finally reached solid ground again
A Report on our future world
By Jeffrey Clemmons
The girl scrambled for food through the thick wall of trash, the smell of mildew crossing her nose. She wore a tattered leather jacket and a pair of old jeans with shoes that people once called Chuck Taylors. She cursed when she didn’t find anything and turned back to her brother who was in the shopping cart looking hopefully at her. She sighed, “Nothing.” Her little brother sighs as well and she begins to push him in the cart again, back into the destroyed and broken streets. All around them the buildings had collapsed, they’d been bombed or quaked. Some had merely just deteriorated and broke down by themselves. An old thing made of tons of metal once called a Chevy sat on the side of the road. They went past it without a second glance, and stared through the crunchy and dead grass on what was once a park. Now there were no trees, dark green water that was more than most likely dirt, and the benches were about to break down just like the buildings. A highway bridge not far away next to a McDonalds was broken in he middle, something like a stuntman trick, only the stuntman was dead. The McDonalds sign wasn’t even buzzing today-the batteries had died a good four years ago with the rest of the world. The girl hadn’t tasted a McDonalds burger in what seemed like forever, maybe it was forever. Maybe it wasn’t. The world had changed so much because of two things: World War III and The Plague. The Plague had ravined through the earth and killed out 92.30% of the entire Human Race, leaving the rest as stragglers. For once there was no such thing as the Rich or the Poor, but The Stragglers and the Grapplers. Barely living and barley eating. That was the Rich and the Poor of this dark new world, where the sky was always covered in black and green clouds. The last blue sky was God knows when. The girl and her brother rolled down the long hill and then they finally reached solid ground again