posted on Aug, 9 2010 @ 04:23 PM
Burning bright in the hazy red sky, the sun cast golden rays that seemed to touch onto the dirt floor of the cave. It was time to rise, and she wanted
to lie in her nest for just another hour. The ray began creeping toward the mark in the floor, that denoted absolute latest one can rest before
survival duties become compromised. The only exception to this rule she had ever experienced was before, when she still had her clan. Between the
three of them, they could gather and hunt for one day then rest the next.
On the days they had rested, they had spent the time cleaning the cave, and making useful items for use in their temporary home. Baskets, herb
amulets, sacks, all useful items. She had spent her time gathering a medicine sack for everyday ails, folded and slung around her waist at all times.
The powerful herbs and remedies she kept in the amulet about her neck.
She spent hours training their german shepherd to help with chores, thankfully, because he was the only reason she was surviving so easily right now.
The dog was a real help, although he was getting old now.
She was grateful for those long past days,especially being alone now, for they had furnished the cave to be fit for a caveking.
She never dwelt upon those days now, for it was just her, and she had to survive alone.
The rays were about ten minutes from the line and she hopped up, ready to get going. She had seen deer tracks yesterday, but had lost them at the
stream. Lazy, as had infected her too many of these days lately, she gave up chase then, unwilling to risk a strong current. She managed to catch a
fish, and several large insects, as well as gather a few berries.
What she was puzzled about today was the berries.
She always used the bushes to the north, succulent blackberries that came back each year. Each year, her clan of three ate generously, with plenty
left for the other creatures of the area.
But this year, the blackberries were being consumed in a rather voracious manner, and she wondered if other survivors were near by.
When her clan had first settled in the cave valley, they had spent many afternoons exploring, miles and miles around. They had found several other
caves, none as nice as theirs, but extremely inhabitable. One had a family of some smaller wild cat, maybe a family of lynx or bobcats, in it, and
they were sure to avoid that entire sector. The idea of other survivors was plausible, and frankly exciting, in more than one way.
Not knowing what awaitied her , she set about her day armed and deadly.
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The clan had settled into the small cave late last month, after a year of journeying through the wastelands. The valley was slowly coming back to
life, a bit of green here and there, herbs and berries, trees still half alive, or fully alive in patches. Fungi, moss. Wildlife, sparse, but plenty
for a clan of six to survive on. It would be a long time before the place was discovered by any large groups of survivors, most had stopped in the
villages springing up sporadically, trying to form society again. The clan just wanted to be left alone. Society had been a scary place to be in the
days before apocalypse.
The six divided into groups of three, and occupied two small caves that were within shouting distance of each other. Once they were settled properly,
they planned to do a complete and thorough reconassaince of the entire valley, and send for the others in the clan left behind in their last hiding
place, a year away. They had avoided vehicles, and went on foot, and for the last five months of their foot journey they had seen not one other
living soul. They often wondered if the apocalypse had really killed everyone else.
It had happened in a very innocuous manner. Innocuous is one of those double entendres in this case. It was the innoculations that caused the deaths,
and the ones left, well, they were few and far in between.
The innoculations were to protect against a deadly virus released upon the planet by an asteroid that passed through the atmosphere years and years
ago.
Unfortunately, the innocuous innoculation turned out to be a life saver, and that was what eventually, ironically killed them.
For when the second asteroid came through, even firther into the atmosphere, an even deadlier virus was left behind, and it had reacted to the dead
virus in the innoculations.
The ones who had not been innoculated and who had survived the first virus, were 100 percent immune against the second one.
They were the only survivors.
What was also ironic, was that all the elite, the presidents and kings and rulers and rich had gotten innoculated, along with Hollywood stars, on
National TV, to prove this was serious business. They got church leaders, the Vatican, and various high profile groups like the UN to all quickly
innoculate over ninety five percent of the humans on the planet.
Even more ironic was the masses fought for their innoculations voluntarily, no martial law, no round ups, no Fema Camps. The scare from the Air had
really caused group think, and the few and far in between who decided to allow Fate to do its business ,
the ones who were considered the nutjobs, were the only ones who survived.
(part one)