hope 2 die [ -c r i t i q u e- needed ]

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I know. xDD I call everyone a sir.

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Lol! I feel like such an idiot, hahaha! XDD

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8D
You better have the next chapter up soon, I wanna know what happens next. :u

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Soz, my BFF is over. XP

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D8

Oh well. I can wait, I guess. o3o

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D8

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-p a r t . o n e-

-t h r e e-

Black. That's what I saw when I awoke. I blink once, twice, trying to focus on one object. On a person.

No such luck. With a scowl, I looked down at my covers - white. Was this - some kind of joke? Because it sure as hell wasn't funny.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed - tried to. Chains? Now fear and panic began to set in: oh god, they'll kill me!

My bottom lip trembled; I realized My throat was parched, my stomach growled. I sighed, the searched the - apparently - completely black room. When my eyes once again focused on something out of place, it was on the wall behind me. A note?

I reached to grab it, surprised I could see so well. There was no apparent light source. I scanned the note, and my eyes widened.

I began to shake, really shake. Hyperventilate. I opened my mouth, blubbering like a fish.

Then I reread the note, aloud this time, "Dear Ivory, I am sure you are very confused, scared, and irritated, as I would be, were I in your situation." But you aren't, Ivory though to herself, scowling. "That pendant you wear . . . when your friend, Dimitri, set off that bomb placed by the Russians, it set off a chain reaction. Every bomb on the planet went off, every person on the planet died. I will die, the reaction hasn't hit us yet. Everyone died . . . except you. And the reason? Your father feared this. He was supposed to hand the pendant down to your mother, but the two agreed, before he died: you needed more protection than anyone. That pendant . . . it's like a shield. Nothing can kill you; you can be severely injured, but you cannot do while that pendant is around your neck. By the time you get this note, it has be 69 years into the future. We shot you with an Inducer, a kind of tranquilizer that puts people into comas. We gave you an extra powerful dose - no, you haven't been aging - as well as to your friend: Dimitri. You two are special: you were Chosen."

Dimitri's alive? But . . . I saw him, dead! How can he be alive? Unless . . . I smiled, relief settling down. I remembered him showing me the new watch his mom gave him. The next day he fell out the window of a twelve story building, while wearing the watch, and survived. No wonder.

I looked down at the note, and, sure enough, a key for my chains was Scotch-taped into place.

"Oh, god. I'm technically 86," I groaned, but it soon rose to a high-pitched giggle. I needed someone to talk too, myself was the only option, wasn't it?

Until you find Dimitri, I told myself. Then you can talk to him.

I took a deep breath to steady myself as I searched the bed for supplies. With myself and possibly Dimitri being the only two people alive for 69 years . . . I won't find much good food and things. At least . . . I checked my phone. I still had battery! But . . . no Internet.

I grimaced, then stuffed it back into my pocket. Looking around again, I took the bed's sheets, pillow, and the wheels. I just opening the door, when I noticed it: a chest was crammed into a corner of the room. I bent to examine it. A smooth, simple design, no lock.

I pried the box open with my fingernails, causing some bleeding, though I couldn't imagine why. But I forgot all about the pain as I looked into that chest. I had to carry it with me, luckily it wasn't too heavy.

Thousands of stacks of paper, hundreds of pens, water, food. It was as if someone had gotten all the food in the world and given it to me, like there was a last-minute charity. I wasn't special, did I need this?

Yes! Yes you need it! I told myself, and put the rest of my supplies away. Then I took out a roll of paper, a pen. What were these for? I scratched "Hello? I think I'm lost here, in the big, wide world." into the page with my pen, tears staining the bottom half. I turned my face away, stuffed the page back into the chest, and wiped away the tears with the back of my hand.

I took a deep breath. I counted.

One . . . Two . . . Three.

On three, I flung the door open and stepped out, into the charred remains of humankind.

The remains sure were charred - but nothing else had a single scratch in it.

-a u t h o r ' s . n o t e-

Am I being mysterious? XD Hope so! Or at least wacky.

-c o n t e n t s-

Post 1, Intro
Post 2, One
Post 3, Two
Post 4, Three - You're Here!
Post 5, Four

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Whoa dude. That's intense. :U

*gigglesnort* 69... xDD

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LOL. I love your gigglesnort. XD And again, thankies.

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-Lol. I see everything coming in books. I always know what is going to happen next. Jeesh. Nice writing though. -