Kalon Link: Ezekiel
Chosen Prompt: Is there a political climate? What’s it like?
Prompt Response:
"So in other words, you would rather we open up the gates and let the mutated and irradiated monsters come and destroy our cities that folks worked hard and long to build for centuries after the explosion?"
The TV talking heads were arguing back and forth, but Ezekiel barely listened. He already knew what was going to be broadcasted today. There was an upcoming election and the candidates were on opposing sides of a very important issue; should we let the people trapped in the radioactive wasteland west America be let back into the rest of the world?
Ezekiel knew what he wanted. He wanted to, at the very least, be allowed inside the walls legally so he could search for his best friend, Blake. They used to live on that side of the country, you see, before the bombs fell. Ezekiel had told Blake to stay there while he got help, but help never came. Ezekiel ended up being barred from his friend, and his friend stayed trapped on the other side. Ezekiel could only imagine what had happened to him, or even if he was still alive.
The political climate in the states, at the moment, was chaotic and unstable. There were strong opinions on both sides about why they were right and the other was wrong. No one could agree on anything anymore and it was absolutely, as Ezekiel put it, "guano".
"Okay, but the more important thing here is that we have loved ones over there, waiting for us, and we owe it to them to save them!"
"Now that's a crock of crazy, there's no way for us to know if they're even still alive, plus how would we cure anyone with high levels of radiation in their system, what do we do about any of that?"
The TV blinked off, the old fashioned monitor sizzled from the heat of electricity in the deafening silence. There was a green halo around the screen and static came off of it like steam. Ezekiel stood in front of the TV, head hanging low.
He was tired of all these politicians arguing. He was tired of the political state of his own city being as much of a turmoil as it is. It was annoying, and he just didn't care about any of it. He wasn't about to wait any longer for the people to come to a decision, especially if that decision got in the way of what he needed to do. He was going to get to the other side of that wall no matter what, even if the forces of the military tried to stop him.
Ezekiel sat in his swivel desk chair hard, sending it rolling a bit across the room with him on it until it coincidentally brought him to his desk. There on it was a flyer that said, "wanna make a change? Enter the election and become president today!" Ezekiel took the flyer in his fist and threw it across the room.
"Wanna make a change? Stop waiting for the political climate to sway your way and do it yourself, you coward!" he growled to himself in the dark and lonely of his room.
Token Worth: [533 Words] 5 Tokens
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