written by funsaiyan monkey
Red...wake up. I thought as I heard the dripping sound of water on the concrete floor of the building's basement. I slowly woke up and regained concioussness. The fumes were awful. That meant only one thing. I had lost my gas mask. I strained my eyes looking for anything or anyone that could've taken it. Fuck. I didn't have that long to find it. I scrambled around the room in my torn clothes. The kahki's I had on were worn and trimmed in shorts. I wore a black tank top that was also ripped. I had bracelets on my wrist. The gun I had was thankfully still there. I had to find that damn mask or risk dying from the toxic fumes.
I heard heavy breathing. "Do you want this mask?" a woman's voice called out in the darkness, with somewhat laboured breathing.
"Hell yes. Toss it here!" I shouted. Though whom around me would be able to hear except this one person? She stood there holding it. Like the other woman, her hair was matted and tangled. I couldn't see her face. The power was off. What little light there was shone through in the basment.
"What will you give for it?"
The fuck? I thought as I stared at her with my knees on the ground, practically at her mercy. The only items I had containing in my kahki shorts, were a flask of liqour and a gun. I could NOT give up the gun under any circumstances. I give her the flask. I tossed it at her. She shook it, satisfied. She tossed back the mask. She took a sip and then oddly enough, offered it back. I accepted. Once she stepped into the light; I hesitated drinking. This was the same woman I saw who had looked like she had been boiled alive. She must've saw the tornado coming and took shelter. Lightning flashed over head. Thunder crashed in the distance.
I needed to get this woman some medical treatment some how. At least for the sores on her face. She staggered towards me and grabbed a hold of my arm roughly.
"GIVE ME LIFE!!" she shouted as she collapsed, trembling in absolute shock and fear of the devistation that had unfolded on us.
"I can't! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO!" I cried out in vain. "I radioed for help but who knows how long it'll take them to get here to find us. Or if anybody heard my plea. We're stuck woman. I CAN'T DO A THING ABOUT THIS FUCKING MESS!!" I put on my gas mask. She didn't have one. I'd have to help her find one. Once a person glommed onto you in this kind of statement, you were stuck with them. She gave me the mask; so I owed her life. She was bleeding. I felt a heave for a moment. It stopped.
"What is your name?" I asked her, trying to think of something different to talk about.
"Eve...are you my husband?" She asked, clearly in shock. I could either try to cheer her up, and tell her a lie, or I could tell her the truth and the both of us feel miserable.
"I don't know," I answered blankly. She started to sob. I held the sobbing Even in my arms even though she was close to death. I helped her to her feet. I carried her out of the basment and then looked around. The first step was to find a god damn mask.
I also had to find some antibiotic cream for her face. Whether or not it was too late, it would help sooth the pain she was in.
I searched through the dead bodies looking for a mask for quite some time. Eve helped too. " I never did get your name..." she breathed, sounding laboured.
"Red," I answered dryly. There didn't seem to be any point of last names. Not when you couldn't mail out anything, or remember where your adress was any more. What was the point?
"So why are you all here?" I asked curiously. The woman did not answer. She would have thought of me as a God for coming to help her in her hour of need. Finally I found a mask. I gave it to her. It was also hard to tell time. Was it one o clock in the morning? Or one o clock in the afternoon? I shrugged at my own thoughts. Eve quickly and gratefully put on the mask. The pain must've been unimaginable, but at least she didn't haave to breathe in those awful fumes any more. It was hard to tell her hair colour too. Whether or not she was blonde, brown, red head. Or any other spectrum of the rainbow. I myself was probably the same way. Who knew if I even had any hair left after such a catasrophe. Feh. I walked around the devistated area. I found a store. I broke in and to my luck there was antibiotic cream. Thank god. I gave it to her and she eagerly rubbed the cream all over her face. Her skin was yellow.
Probably from infection. I also rubbed the cream on the sores that were finally going away on my face.
"You have to watch out for 'them," she said rather hauntingly as she looked around warily.
"Who are they?" I asked suspiciously in the darkness. Thunder rumbled again.
"They come out at night to take children. They come and rob people." She whispered trying not to attract attention. She was even huddling on the ground as though some unseen force might come to grab for her.
"Where do they come from?" I asked. She looked up. I thought she was rediculous. I had no idea what she meant. She would not tell me. I would probably find the answer myself one day in this madness. Eve sat with her eyes bulging. She fell asleep. I tried to watch over her myself. I felt my eyelids close.
Then, it felt as though something or someone was trying to take off my mask. I looked up and saw a person! They were trying to take my gun as well! I woke up and grabbed them by the wrist, threw them down on the ground; shot them clean on the spot. The law now had gone into human hands.
"You don't rip off another dude's gas mask and expect him to give it for free, fucker!" I said as I looked mercelessly at his corpse. I woke Eve up gently. She fluttered her eyelids and got up from the ground. She had been so traumatized by the nuclear event that she didn't even hear me fire off my gun. There was no power. Any available flash light had been used up. No generators. It was truly a nightmarish hell that had been unleashed upon us. Was there a way to tell that tornadoes were going to come? Who were the mysterious people that came from the sky to rob others?
I looked around. To my astonishing luck, I found some cola in a fridge still decent! I brought Eve over to the fridge and we drank greedily, fortifying our thirst. We decided to lock the fridge for those that might come and try to steal anything. We had the key. If they wanted to share in the wealth, the rule was, they would have to trade fare and square, or risk being shot on the spot. Every time we breathed, there was a mist in the air. It was still. Acid rain had begun to fall again. We remained inside until it was over. Eve looked as though at one point, her delicate skin had been burned by the acid rain. Harsh, I thought. We scrutinized eachother's wounds, and tried to escape the deathly hells of what was created before us.