More and more people were refusing...
Fun With Prompts 002
The following is a warm-up writing based on the provided prompt: More and more people were refusing to obey the laws of the land.
More and more people were refusing to obey the laws of the land. Still, even with the laws being broken, some tried to maintain order. This is not their story...no, for the most part, they were shredded to bits. No one wanted to live a life where they were being told what to do while others were getting away with murder, literally. So, in the heat of the summer in the year 2032, everything changed. Many cities became unliveable, covered in a blanket of violence and vagrants.
In those moments, it became everyone's goal to keep themselves and their families at the top of the food chain. Still, it didn't stop others from attacking anyone they encountered. Brothers and brothers, neighbors against neighbors, nothing was off limits. Every business shut down, incapable of dealing with the chaotic mess of fighting and looting. People destroyed everything in their path and stole anything they wanted and thought could help them.
The insatiability of humanity is shown on full display.
Edmund knew that he could only survive for so long, his bum leg a detriment in times like these. He often thought about how it was even possible to have made it this long. Sure, he tried to play it safe by only leaving when he absolutely had to…often at night. He also has become a pretty good shot. Still, there have been a couple of close calls that he wriggled his way out of. The look of the man’s face when he realized he had been shot haunts Edmund every single night. This was so new to him, the survival instinct, the forcefulness of it all.
A knock crushed through the quiet of the small shed he had locked himself in. He whirled around and lifted his gun, ready to blast through the wooden door. He clicked the safety off and looked down the barrel.
“I’ll give you 5 seconds to walk away, or I am firing,” Edmund shouted.
“Oh…oh okay,” a soft child-like voice said from the other side.
He realized it was a child, and wondered for a moment if it was a trap. He rose from the makeshift bed of fertilizer bags and tattered paint cloths and flung the door open. Walking away from him was a small framed kid, holding one arm and kicking at the ground.
“Wait…who are you?” Edmund asked. The boy turned around slowly, his brown eyes looking up at the man with a glimmer of sadness. Then, it all began to shift.
“We finally found you,” the boy said, his face twisting into a dark smile.