Please use Chrome or Firefox for better user experience!
Short Story
Dystopia
2301
No tags yet.
Tags
Writer Nelso555
Writer
  • G: General Audiences
  • PG: Parental Guidance Suggested
  • PG-13: Parents Strongly Cautioned
  • R: Restricted
PG
RATED
23 Reads
0 Likes
0 Bookmarks
Popularity

Facebook · Twitter

FAQ · Feedback · Privacy · Terms

Penana © 2017

Get it on Google Play

Download on the App Store

Follow Author
2301
0 Bookmarks
A - A - A
#1
Nelso555
Oct 7, 2017
0
0
6
2 Mins Read
No Plagiarism!Ugw66842yuSvwKe6s6BTposted on PENANA

The year is 2301. Nearly three hundred years since Tracer’s ancestors secretly invented space-travel.copyright protection6PENANAvaMwciDKVs

So this is it. The birthplace of my species. Earth. copyright protection6PENANAYQIuWPD1Rc

Tracer expects some kind of grand welcome party, but glances back at her single-man craft sitting alone in the desolate street, gripped by eerie silence. Something’s wrong.copyright protection6PENANAwJI3uW9W3K

It’s cool in the shadow of the skyscrapers towering above her. The road she landed on is torn by large fissures sprouting vines that creep over the sidewalks and ensnare ancient flightless vehicles.copyright protection6PENANAQyVD48VISR

Tracer wonders if the people here are okay with so much plant-life dominating their cities. Where is everyone? She stops walking for a moment and listens, hoping to catch some sign of life, like the humming of an engine or the patter of footsteps, but to her dismay she can’t even hear a gentle breeze.copyright protection6PENANAaQHTlEIYGz

She decides to explore the nearest structure and recognises the design for automatic glass doors, but when she approaches they refuse to give her access, and she assumes it’s because she’s not allowed inside. But I have to know where everybody is…copyright protection6PENANAbcjTfNQoJT

Tracer nervously bites her lip and glances over both shoulders. No one will know it was me… She picks up a rock from a nearby garden and hurls it at the window, watching guiltily as the glass shatters and piles on the floor.copyright protection6PENANA8Ar3dwb8e4

Tracer enters some kind of lobby and strides towards a vacant reception desk. Unsure of what to do now she sits where the receptionist should have been, and stares blankly at a dead computer screen, noticing how outdated the technology is. A thick layer of dust blankets everything, even a mouldy half-finished cup of coffee. Tracer eyes it with disgust and concern. It’s like I’ve gone back in time.copyright protection6PENANAZoVHhgm0f2

A thought occurs to her. She searches though the desk until she finds an old diary of sorts, and she reads the first page with alarm. Diary – 2017. She stares out into the empty city. Where is everyone?copyright protection6PENANAzqeSktGaRq

54.224.155.169

ns54.224.155.169da2
Comments ( 0 )

No comments yet. Be the first!

You have reached the end of the story.

Story Home Page
You may also like:
Loading...
X