Post by Prisonner Of Today on Feb 26, 2007 22:24:22 GMT -5
Everyone has a secret. A terrible, dark secret. One that would destroy them if it were found out. And just like everyone else, he has a secret.
But his secret wouldn't only destroy him. It would destroy everyone around him as well.
But they don't know. They can't leave the City. Of course, nether can he. Not anymore. Before the contamination got out, he had come and gone as often as he pleased, flying around in those mysterious big black helicopters. It had been his job. He’d flow in troops, supplies, scientists, you name it. He liked his work. It was easy. You just had to remember the Golden Rule.
Never fly anything out of the city.
He never found out who broke it. Maybe it was Shields, who was from the city. Maybe it was Lawrence. He’d heard that the poor guy’s family was trapped inside the zone. Maybe the Good Lord had simply decided to do away with mankind. Ether way, someone had fucked up. Big time. Luckily for them, there was noone left to care a month later. Luckily for him, he’d seen it coming.
Military resistance was a joke. There was a reason they’d quarantined the city. They couldn’t deal with it, not even on that small of a level. People didn’t know where to go. His guess was they headed to the mountains, or maybe took to boats. They were probably all dead by now. He had been luckier. He took a copter, and flew himself into the city. He didn’t miss the irony as he flew over the walls that once held the contamination in, and would now serve to keep it out. He landed in a spot he knew, one he could hide his chopper in, loaded his pistol, and headed into the city to wait for some sort of rescue to come. Only he knew. There would be no rescue, no divine intervention, no knights in shining armor over the next hill. There was nothing, not a trace of life outside the walls. He knew. It was his secret.
He kept it well.
But his secret wouldn't only destroy him. It would destroy everyone around him as well.
But they don't know. They can't leave the City. Of course, nether can he. Not anymore. Before the contamination got out, he had come and gone as often as he pleased, flying around in those mysterious big black helicopters. It had been his job. He’d flow in troops, supplies, scientists, you name it. He liked his work. It was easy. You just had to remember the Golden Rule.
Never fly anything out of the city.
He never found out who broke it. Maybe it was Shields, who was from the city. Maybe it was Lawrence. He’d heard that the poor guy’s family was trapped inside the zone. Maybe the Good Lord had simply decided to do away with mankind. Ether way, someone had fucked up. Big time. Luckily for them, there was noone left to care a month later. Luckily for him, he’d seen it coming.
Military resistance was a joke. There was a reason they’d quarantined the city. They couldn’t deal with it, not even on that small of a level. People didn’t know where to go. His guess was they headed to the mountains, or maybe took to boats. They were probably all dead by now. He had been luckier. He took a copter, and flew himself into the city. He didn’t miss the irony as he flew over the walls that once held the contamination in, and would now serve to keep it out. He landed in a spot he knew, one he could hide his chopper in, loaded his pistol, and headed into the city to wait for some sort of rescue to come. Only he knew. There would be no rescue, no divine intervention, no knights in shining armor over the next hill. There was nothing, not a trace of life outside the walls. He knew. It was his secret.
He kept it well.
