i would just like to say, i've never had such a good audiance, oh alright enough of the tommy cooper impressions, this is the first chapter of my story, it starts of pretty grusome (you'll see why) and i'm sorry for that, but i intend to keep characters in personality the whole time even when things get really serious, promise, this is the third redo of this chapter and i can say i'm happy with it now, sort of, it offends no-one now, and to those who were before, i am sorry, so for your enjoyment, i present to you, 'Brighter Pasture's'
I sighed as I trudged through the streets, everywhere you looked there was boarded up windows, steel doors and shops which had 'sold out' signs in the window, I knew exactly why this was
Some country had there horrid big nuclear war heads pointed straight at Britain, in the major areas, so far not a shot had been fired but the threat lingered all around.
i was just walking out of the school, my friends all lived scattered around town so we spit up into different directions each.
Maltby wasn't close to a major area, it wasn't close to anything, it was just a little town in the fields, but everyday the arguments between nations grew and the finger got nearer the button, the button that could turn all this into an ashen barren land, and as for the people...
I was out trying to find a shop that had at bit of food, it was all fallout this, fallout that, fallout of the window trying to nail on boards,
Fallout pun, ha-ha, he said sarcastically
each way I looked there was a big sign saying sold out and people doing the same as me, everyone thought Maltby might take a 'small' bomb, it having a coal mine, but I thought this to be rubbish.
Surly, I thought, Tesco would still have some food, even that Tesco brand tapioca rice pudding I can't stand, hell I would eat anything in fallout
News of the war had spread far and wide, and it showed on TV, non of the cartoons I loved watching were on, every channel, even nickelodeon had done an anti war campaign and several war instruction shows
They were animated but only in flash, I can't stand flash animation on major shows, cheap and tacky
Parents told me I shouldn't really watch cartoons, I told them seeing as I was on an animation course that was a bit unsightly,
The course was all computers, no film no models, just a screen causing damage to my already bad eyes, and we hardly animated at all, joy oh joy
This was nothing like the brochure
i had realized long ago that as you get older things around you get harder, things you used to enjoy started to get cut off from you, either lack of interest or people saying you couldn't do that anymore
in my case it was often the latter
and as i said one thing they said it about most was cartoons,
I loved Warner brothers animation, tiny toons and Animaniacs were my favorite, but I couldn't stand that 'baby Looney tunes', Warner brothers shot themselves in the foot, and I hated that people confused it with 'tiny toon adventures', having to drive that into my parents heads constantly was embarrassing,
I was in an isle now, people were rushing around grabbing tins, I grabbed a few, beans soup and spaghetti, humming a little tune to myself as I did so, I really hoped there was some sweets left,
I saw the isle, it saddened me to see so many shelf's with hardly a thing, just last month they was filled to the brim, not that it really ever mattered to me, i could have something sometimes...
so long as it was under £1,
i said i could pick it not that i could HAVE it,
what wasn't lovely was there was only a few things i could stand, the rest leaned more towards what you use to garnish, and towards things that no-one liked, which explained them being there,
What sickened me the most?
The size of the line for the checkout
I started back up the hill to the house
Dad had been fixing up the house and trying to make it stronger,
I can use my nail to dig through the plaster in some places.
I'm pretty sure a 200 megaton bomb could wipe it of like a smear on the window.
it didnt matter much now though, they left on a holiday after collecting enough vouchers in newspapers and were somewhere abroad, they did say 'everything will be fine' but while there usually pretty honest i wasnt too sure, my sister was with friends in some other country out the way of a war,
I was alone in a town what you could just call civilised in a country on the brink of a nuclear Armageddon
things hadnt been going so well recently, the uncertainty and fear, and I had to put up with it all. i had barely eaten for days, no food around anywhere, tesco trucks where usually hijacked and robbed, and if by some miracle one did get through, well, its cargo wasnt around very long, i could feel my ribs, i had wanted to loose weight but this was a bit of a overkill, it was the same for my friends, one had little food, another was getting so thin his jeans wouldent stay up, one had contemplated eating a flower.
we was all suffering.
we had fond memorys of before the conflict, but thats all they were now.
I thought about cartoons, all the lives they had, never aging, fun everywhere, young forever, all the skills, I would love to be a toon, to have the enjoyment, the friends, the laughter, sometimes i think about what it would be like being one,
but what would they want with me anyway, just butting in like that, I would be sent away, or even...
I shuddered, I didn't want to think about that, or angry toons, angry at me, that would be emotionally scarring and childhood smashing.
I passed an ally that gave me small pleasure, the reason was that on a telegraph pole in front of some shops, which is where the ally led, the was an electrical box on a pole, the wires stretching everywhere,
It was faulty, everyday it sparked different bright colours, and it was a sight, people moaned to the council, but when there's a warhead pointing at you a small box in a small town in the middle of nowhere land seems pretty small and unimportant.
but as I drew near suddenly I was grabbed from the side, dragged along an ally to the yard behind the shops and forced against the wall by this big ugly man, he hadn't shaven this morning, he stunk of lager, his black hair was a mess, and his teeth were yellow
A fine example of a Maltby civilian,
''Give me the food'' he stated, the drive and demand for war supplies really was getting to people
''Why should I?'' I said defiantly/stupidly.
He took out a knife, a big knife, not a flip one, it had a wooden handle, it looked like a dagger,
''Good argument'' I said handing the bag over quickly.
He snatched the bag away and looked inside keeping me against the wall by my throat,
''Heeeey mate, what say you let go now, its been fun meeting you it really has, maybe we can go out for drink sometime and discuss football but right now I got to go'', what can I say? I deal with things using humor; it's an advantage and a hindrance at times
''You're not going anywhere'' he hissed, he signified this with a punch out of no-where slamming my back into the brick wall, this continued for a while alternating between face and body,
''and you aint tellin anyone about this!''
Before I could ask what he meant he thrust his knife hand forward.
No witty remark, no come back, just agony, shear agony as powerful as a bull, I couldn't scream, it was too horrid.
The man ran off leaving his knife in my side, free I stumbled along the ally until I was leaning against the faulty electric pole with the box above me, what should I do! I was dying on my feet! if i could get to the street i could get help, people in maltby were kind enough...
okay that person wasn't but nowhere's perfect.
Then I heard it,
A dull noise that grew louder and louder then receded, then louder, then receded, I saw the films in class, I knew what this was too well
The three minute warning,
my heart started pounding, sending more blood out my side which I was trying to keep in with my hands, the man was gone but there were people in the streets running and screaming for cover,
Then the ground shook, I knew this couldn't be the 'bomb', probably just a missile strike somewhere near by here, people where right the towns coal mine was a target!
Wind started rushing by; overhead debris was flying over roof tops, tons of dust,
then the wind got more powerful as a shockwave hit, it knocked me straight into the pole like in the film evil dead where the bloke is thrown into a tree, I clung onto the pole with what little strength I had, my orange ratty hair ragged and fluttered in the wind, the pole was secure but the glass fronts of the shops behind me, well, not so much.
windows exploded everywhere and glass was sent flying into the shops, the houses across the street were taking a battering as a few tiles came hailing onto the main road that separated us, I thought one would surely smash into me, but it was too far, but the dust was starting to settle, there was glass on the pavement, but I had my doc martins on so no fear, well from that anyway.
The knife in my side was hurting even worse; surely this dust wasn't the fallout! Right? The mega bomb hadn't gone off yet!
So why the hell was I standing here! I needed to find cover! But I couldn't move! Everything around me! It was too much! The sirens! The people! The horror!
And then there was a white flash in the distance
The box above me began shooting out green electric bolts; they formed all around me and tore through me
Suddenly everything was hot! the white faded and everything began going in slow motion, there was no sound, I saw fires springing up out of nowhere, the electric must have been protecting me to some extent, the sky was red and orange! The sky was on fire! the tarmac cracked here and there, and the buildings shook but somehow held up! i could see many things on fire but no people, i prayed they were safe in there houses.
suddenly i saw something coming towards me! it was the man from before! he was burning worse than anything else, it was like it was drawn to him! he didnt blink as i saw horrible burns and welts grow on his skin which started to get burnt in some places, he didnt blink,
he just stared,
Right at me
i noticed the fire looked like it was coming from WITHIN him, not around him, but i was too terrified to think about it any further.
His clothes were rags, his yellow teeth were bare, he had fire all over him, he staggered towards me, and he reached through the green volts, and grabbed my arm
I have never known pain so intense before, my skin around his grip blackened and I dreaded to think of what lay underneath, I looked back up to see his other hand reaching straight for me, him leaning closer with that grotesque face,
then the fuse box exploded
the sparking and the heat grew worse for one second.
Then there was a green flash,
A blankness of pure white,
Then it was dark.
this isn't the end i swear! i will keep doing this but please for the love of god review! i'm beggin yer on my knee's here! please...