The Colonies: A Short Story

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The moment I came back to the sight of the looming red X on my family's dwelling door, I knew my life was over. All the other houses in our colony had already been marked, so it was just a matter of time until we were graced with the red X of death. I knew my mother hadn't been feeling so well, but I thought that it was just another of her sickly spells, not the disease that had already killed 2/3 of the submerged population. Every colony but the Mageleana and Indic colonies had already been quarantined, but I never knew that the Cuan Siar -my colony- would be next. After capturing a single glimpse of the door, I strained to see if my mother and 2 brothers were still inside, knowing better than to go back and risk getting punished. Maybe they …show more content…

So far, only the smaller, less wealthy colonies had been infected, and the rich colonies had avoided being affected. It seems like a bit of a coincidence that only the rich and powerful in Valtameri, the submerged nation of the last remaining humans, would be the safest. According to the Center of Disease Eradication, there is nothing to prevent, or even help, the disease. A rumor about the rebellion brewing in the lowest colonies came to mind, and I started to brew on an idea. Maybe, the government engineered this sickness to quell the fire of rebellious actions in our nation. After my time schedule had ended, I traveled to the Center for Disease Eradication to receive my new dwelling …show more content…

Rising from my crouched position on the floor, I slowly lowered my hand into the case, but a blaring alarm went off once I got too close. Instantly, all the heads of the office workers turned towards me, staring accusingly. At once, I lunged for the door in which I entered the room with, but it slammed shut before I could do anything. The once mindless-seeming office workers eerily reached into their bottom drawers simultaneously and pulled out gas masks. Seemingly all at once, the air filled with a green gas, and the glass protecting Al.G broke, letting the mysterious vial shatter on the ground. My vision began to fog over, and I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier. As my eyes started to close, I heard a large whooshing sound and heard all the office workers take their gas masks off. Once my eyes closed, my breathing started to become labored, and my heart started to beat faster than I ever had before. Because of the government required propaganda reading every week, I knew that my symptoms were the first stages of the sickness. I inquired that all of the office workers were ok, since they didn’t seem to dying. The gas

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