The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last Man on Planet Earth II – Searching

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He needed to find someone, anyone. It was the same everywhere, piles of clothes without bodies, and nothing but silence. One day he found a car with the keys in it, and drove for hours. There were no cars, and no trucks on the road, no one walking, no one hiding, they had all disappeared.

Fortunately, the electricity was still on, which meant he could pump gas. All he needed were credit cards, and the piles of clothes had plenty of them. He didn’t like doing it, but he carefully removed wallets, and decided to make searching his job. The credit cards were tools really, to help him find someone else.

He managed to find an empty house, which was for sale. It became his base of operations. The strange thing was he felt no need to defend himself. He wasn’t concerned about stocking up on guns, and he even left the door unlocked at night. He was desperate to talk to someone, and he was half hoping someone would break in, uninvited.

Day after day, week after week, he drove, widening his search each day. He realized it was a fruitless attempt, a crazy attempt, to find someone. He began searching the internet instead, with a computer he had picked up from an electronics store. He spent time in chat rooms, talk groups, Facebook, anything he could think of. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

Another strange thing was that he began praying, he had never done that before. He learned really, to talk out loud, as if someone was there. Maybe there was. It couldn’t hurt, that was for sure.

The only thing good about being alone, was that he could drive whatever car he wanted. He simply went to a dealer, picked one out and found the keys. He began driving a silver Mercedes. New cars were the only thing good though, and the silence outside began to wear on him. He was concerned about going insane.

Five weeks after leaving the cave he was in a routine of searching the internet, driving, and a new project of collecting can goods. He knew he would need several years of food before he could start growing anything on his own. He stored the cans in a U-Haul truck he parked in the back yard.

By week eight, he was depressed, and hardly left the house. Until one day, when he began checking chat rooms for the hundredth time. As he opened one of them up, there was a message he had not seen before. What???? It read………. “Is anybody out there??”

He looked at the calendar, and the time on the desk, and then back at the message. It had been sent, just fifteen minutes ago! He quickly typed, “Yes!! Yes!!” “I’m here!!!” Tears streamed down his face as he once again connected, to a human being. They chatted for hours, non-stop. She lived in Toronto, and her name was Miriam. “Thank God”, he said. “She’s a woman……..”

 

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last Man on Planet Earth

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He hid in a cave for three weeks. Fortunately, with this last biological plague, there was no more screaming coming from the valley below. Besides the water he had stockpiled, his most valued possession was his wind up radio, which didn’t need any batteries. The news had all stopped now, and he wasn’t sure how many people had died. But before the broadcasts had ended, he heard that there were a few people, known to have an immunity to the virus. Was he one of them? He wasn’t sure.

Should he go down to look around? The closest buildings were some houses, and further down the mountain, a small shopping center. After waiting two more days, he decided to give it a try, and spend no more than thirty minutes in the area, after which he would quickly retreat back to the cave. He was terrified he would catch whatever it was that had swept through the area so quickly, but his food had run out days ago. He started down the mountain, on foot.

As he walked past the houses that dotted the mountain, there was no one around. Were they all gone now? He stuck to the road as he walked, believing that if he went too close, or knocked on their doors, he would get a pistol or shotgun in his face. Nothing moved. There was only the wind, rustling through the trees.

Several miles later he made his way to the shopping center. He knew there was a 7-11, and a few small stores. Maybe he could get a sandwich at the deli. As he got closer, he could see something wasn’t right. There were clumps of something laying on the ground, he could make out a purse, next to a car with an open door. They were dead bodies!! His mind started racing, he wanted to run. But wait – there was no smell, and they weren’t quite dead bodies. What was going on here?

He noticed there was no sound here either, and the silence was heavy. He managed to calm himself down, as he carefully walked closer. His heart started pounding.

They were clothes, different piles of clothes, without anyone in them! People had fallen right where they were, shoes, belts, hats, all in a mostly neat row, making the outline of a person, but there was no body. Chill bumps ran up and down his spine.

It was very clear that whatever killed these people, dried them up so badly, that it turned their remains into dust, which then blew away in the wind. Would he catch the infection? He didn’t care anymore, he needed food, so he rummaged through the 7-11, and then the deli, loading up his backpack with as much as he could. He took off again, running up the mountain.

He felt horrible taking things that he hadn’t paid for, but he had no choice…….

 

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Leaving Planet Earth

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He only agreed to be part of the colony, because she was coming along. It was the year 2106, and humanity finally found a way to destroy themselves, and this time for good. Don and Beverly had to hustle to make it to the shuttle docking station in time. They were only given five hours to get there, and along the way strange things were happening in the atmosphere. It was part of the new warfare, done with ion weapons.

The ancient nuclear weapons had been dismantled, or left to leak and rot in their silos where they stood. The new weapons could literally ignite the sky, and set it on fire, destroying everything for hundreds of miles. As their vehicle flew above the ground at Mach one speed, they could see the explosions beginning from thousands of miles away. They made it to the shuttle station with just ten minutes to spare.

As the shuttle lifted off, they could see the destruction taking place below. Sections of the earth were lit up with the orange and pink glow of ionic fire. They tried holding hands and acting brave but they both began weeping. There were no more jobs, all of their friends and loved ones were gone. Part of them wanted to be there with them, but at least they had a chance now. The hour long flight to the sleeper ship, gave them time to think.

They had been selected by lottery, at least that was the propaganda presented. Don knew darn well he had been selected due to his expertise in spatial analysis. His wife Beverly, Dr. Beverly Anderson, had been selected because she was one of the foremost authorities on ancient horticulture. She could actually teach people how to grow their own food! This was unheard of on planet earth.

As they docked at their sleeper ship, they were herded like animals through a process of medical examinations, all done through robotics. They were also given injections, as part of the hibernation process. They held hands and wept some more. Then they were told they had fifteen minutes before the hibernation began.

They embraced. They gave each other the traditional Inuit greeting of putting their heads together, and touching face to face. It was from her culture. All he cared about was her. She longed for him. He wondered if they had time? She said no, but they said more to each other in those few minutes, than some people did in a life time. Much of it was with silence. “I’ll see you in 212.7 years sweetheart, God willing” “Yes”, she said. Neither one had ever met anyone else that expressed faith in a Creator.

Then it was time. As they climbed in to their individual chambers, he prayed like he never had before. He said, “Please….let me see her again…..”

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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