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Nuke
Off the sands, in midst of day the rays of the silent sun glimmer. In the town of Lithton, are but a few people who still roam throughout, conversing very little.n
Ever since the nuclear blast, the spirits of the human race have dampened to isolation and addiction to loss of hope. Lithton, prior to the destruction of the blast,
was a very simple, easy place to reside, the people of the town knew everyone yet still all kept to oneself, the town had a sort of pride to respect the freedom to
do so. Even so, there was a subtle essence about the town that flowed vibrantly within it, whereall were ignitioned to get along and travel and play and love,
all without saying a thing to eachother, besides an occasional 'hello' and small talk of the sort. That force field was brought to an end following the cataclysmic
impact that one nuclear blast out of many throughout the world; had on the town of Lithton.
CHAPTER 1
The woman ran frantically barefoot through the wood from an unseen enemy, her face whiplashed from the vines of trees that hang low. She was too fraid to breathe,
yet the force of her legs thrusting forced her to do so, suddenly a dark abyss appeared before her sight and she was still. Time stood still, and even the wind could
be seen as the woman stood contemplating to meet her foe or to jump into the unknown --- Arek's eye's opened and his dream was ianterrupted to a loud banging at his door,
he sighed, ' I wonder if God is real, or imagined' he impulsively thought as he hesistantly arose out of his layed out quilt on the hardwood floor. The knocking at
the door was a consistent almost rhtymic beat it seemed to Arek, and without thought he tapped his fingers on the stair railing to immitate the sound as he
descended toward the door. Arek was not expecting anyone obviously, he hadn't many visitors at all, so it should come as no surprise that he peered through the window adjacent to the door
to catch a glmpse of the visitor. It was a woman,"Wow", Arek said under his breathe, She was a little shorter than Arek who stood at about six feet tall, she had
a white blouse tocontrast with a pair of blue jeans, Arek admired her facial structure mostly for it resembled that of the girl he just recently saw in his dreams.
Arek quickly shook his head as if to drain all his thoughts and opened the door. 'Yes?' he spoke with no emotion except mere curiosity. Good afternoon, my name is
Laura Dwellman, I live across the street from you', Arek nodded, regardless that he had no knowledge of such 'Of course' Arek replied, ' Can I help you with something?'.
Arek didn't care for scoializing. 'No..I mean yes, well, it depends.' She rambled,' I was wondering if you had seen my dog wandering the streets, she's a little black shanti.
Laura seemed worried to Arek, he could tell that she very much cared for the dog and was sorry to tell her, " I am sorry, ma'am, I have not seen your dog, but I will
keep an eye out for her" Arek began to close the door, Laura's departing words transitioned to the sound of Arek's isolated existence 'Okay sir, sorry to have bothered you"
and the door closed.
He stood leaning against the door with his eye's fixed upon the ceiling where light shone through the archway window, watching dust particles float
throughout the air sporadically, and listening intently to the footsteps of the woman who had disturbed his dream, fade away. Gazing around his home you will
see a very simple arragement. To the right portion of the house is a couch and a television that lays upon a plastic box with a few books scattered about the floor
and to the left the dining room that has remained empty since the night he had lost his family to the nuclear blast. Around the corner of the dining room was a large kitchen,
where empty boxes lye on the floor unorganized and stacked. Arek ascended the stairs back to his bedroom feeling utterly depleted of energy, his feet stay glued
to the floor as he makes his say to his bed and slowly lays his head onto his pillow. He closes his eyes and as his mind simmers back to darkness, with every fleeting breath is a
vague image of the dream he had been having earlier.
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Like when food coloring is dropped into clear water, the womans hair flowed, as she fell for eternity into the abyss, Skeletons now emerged in a large field
advancing toward Arek in a casual manner, with every step Arek sank into the ground and the sound of a flute such as ones the natives play echoed throughout the
scene. "Say what you will, son, but the dawn of existence is that of innocence" a voice spoke, very loudly that stuck with Arek after he woke up, put his coat and boots on
and headed out the door.
