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.”

The Escape XI – Recovery

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“Robert…… you need to let go of the wheel”. It was Belinda checking on him again. “Who’s in charge of this crew anyway?”, she asked. It had been three hours since the attack, and he was still standing there. He turned to look at her, getting her loose strands of hair in his face again. They both smiled, and he realized he was trying too hard to be a hero. He shook his head yes, and let her have what was left of the helm. He liked it when they were close together.

In fact, it seemed right, it seemed natural, for the two of them to be on deck, especially at the helm. He asked her again, “Any leaks?” She said no with a sigh. “I’ve checked three times, there are no holes below the waterline”. “Relax Robert”. She was right, so he went below deck, to see how Jonathan and Elaine were doing.

He found Jonathan in the chart room, pouring over maps and charts, with Elaine sitting nearby, drinking a cup of tea. It smelled like chamomile. They both said “Robert!” at the same time. Jonathan said, “Thank you Robert for saving our lives!” Robert cut him short though, not wanting the praise. He responded with, “Just doing my job….”

“How did you know they were baiting us?”, Jonathan wondered out loud. Robert explained that the fire on the pirate boat was not spreading. “The smoke stayed in one spot, like a barbeque.” “In fact that’s probably what they used”. “There’s only one reason, you would do that, and then call for help.” Jonathan and Elaine both shook their heads yes, understanding completely. Elaine asked if he was sure the pirates couldn’t catch the Escape. “Not a chance”, he said. “They have an ancient, wooden boat, that is too heavy”. He added that there was nothing on the radar, except some rain that would be here soon.

Later, Robert went on deck, and sat next to Belinda. He told her about the coming rain, and they both watched the clouds building. “No thunderstorms though……just beautiful rain” he added. He knew he was going to do it, but he was working up the courage. It was the right thing to do, as they watched the setting sun bounce off the rain clouds, in a million wonderful directions. They felt a few drops and he got their rain gear out.

“We’ve been through a lot today….” she said, seemingly almost asleep, or maybe in a dream. Now, he thought. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, her hair was being tossed in the wind. She wasn’t surprised, she had been wondering when, and why he was taking so long to make a move. He went for her lips, but gently. It was a kiss that said, “Yes we’ve been through a lot, but I think I’m falling in love with you”.

 

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

Living at 71

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Contemporary Microfiction

At seventy years old Sadie Ferguson was still a beautiful woman, both inside and out. She had only one problem, she was afraid to leave her house. There were so many reasons to stay indoors, the weather was too hot or too cold. Crime was everywhere, and she no longer drove, because it was just way too dangerous. Too many cars were on the road, and people drove too fast anyway. She had not left her house in twelve years.

It was a good house, and even though it needed repairs now and again, she felt safe. The fact was, she was too scared to go anywhere else. When she did need a repairman, she always made him take his shoes off at the front door, and she watched him like a hawk, to make sure he didn’t steal anything. The sooner the man left, the better. She didn’t feel safe until he was driving away in his work truck. delivery truck

Food was not a problem. She could have whatever she wanted delivered to her door, even groceries. She even opened the door occasionally when she had to pay the delivery person. She hated seeing the horrifying sky, and the menacing bright sun. It was too open out there too.

The neighborhood had been changing and this was very disturbing to her. Since she liked things to stay the same, different people living right next to her, made her feel like the world was much too close for comfort. There was the Mexican family across the street. They not only had children that were noisy, but they were always playing in the street!

Then one day a new family moved in next door, after Dan Carruthers died. The house was sold, and the Singh family moved in. They seemed so different, they frightened her. Would they try to harm her? She kept her distance, and when the woman, with two teenage daughters stopped by, to pay her a visit, she wouldn’t answer the door. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but she felt she like she couldn’t trust them.

It was the night of her seventy first birthday when everything changed. She was sound asleep when she was awakened by pounding on her front door, and there was a man yelling, “Get out of the house!” Suddenly the same man came banging on her bedroom window, and yelling, “Get out of the house!” “Mrs. Ferguson!”, “You must get out of the house!” It was her worst nightmare! Who was it? Were they going to kill her? She was so alone. The only thing she could do was reach for the phone. Before she could dial for help, she smelled the smoke.

fire at nightShe jumped out of bed, and ran to the living room, paralyzed with fear and asthma. She stared at her living room wall that was engulfed with fire. She couldn’t breathe! She ran for the front door and threw it open. It was Mr. Singh! She was terrified of him, and didn’t know which way to turn. He stood there yelling, for her to come out of the house! It was the bravest thing she had ever done. She took one step, and fainted in his arms.

The fire department did get there in a hurry but there was a lot of damage. Sadie was terrified but didn’t want to leave the Singh house. The Singh family were filled with compassion for Sadie, and they called her daughter in California for her. Her daughter would come, but the Singhs decided that Sadie could stay at their house as long as she wanted.

By the way, both Mr. and Mrs. Singh were medical doctors. Dr. Raj Singh, and Dr. Miriam Singh helped Sadie to gradually overcome her fear. Sadie and the Singh family became the best of friends. Sadie realized that it was after her husband had died, twelve years ago, that the fear began. She just did not feel safe in this world, without him. Just realizing this, brought healing to her. After all this time, she was just learning how to live again.

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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