The Journey 596

Category: survival

  • Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    Dystopia: Soul, Mind and Body

    I walked for day, everything around me is changing, I dont know what is going on, but I kept pushing through, clutching upon my heart as everything turned black. Is it night time already, it was still in the afternoon or morning I am not sure, the only thing that I am sure of is that there was light, and suddenly I am in abyss. I sighed, and kept on moving, defying my urges to stop and panic, I pushed through until I reached the end of the road, I hit my head on something, I touched it and it seems like a wall. I panicked and started running all over the place creating a cross, it is as I feared, I am trapped.

    Purgatory, hell, call it whatever you like, is it the end? I asked myself, trying to calm my weary soul, “Yes! child, you have completed your journey, rest your weary soul, Oh Righteous child leave be the world of man, leave the pain and corruption, rest here and you don’t have to worry ever again”, as I saw myself laying in the grave, how can I possibly calm my soul, when I am trying to decide which one of me is the real me. I sat beside the grave looking at myself, I am peaceful, I guess we are peaceful. You would figure that I am at shock as I sat there beside myself, however I was trying to shift bodies, I was trying to somehow place my soul in the dead body, in an attempt to revive it, I don’t want to be alone, I hate people, I figured if I want a friend, what better than myself to befriend. I kept trying for days, every book that I have read, every journal I have collected over the years were all talking about souls, possession, and black magic, it was all for protecting myself from the danger of the wielders, I never thought I would use them, I never thought that I would need them and for what to create a friend. Its no use I could not make it happen, the voice came back scolding me “Haven’t I taught you better, Haven’t I praised you enough, accept your resting place or forever wander aimlessly for the goal you are seeking is to die and finally be over with this treacherous life. I wanted to argue that after everything that I have went through and the milky way Ping-Pong that I witnessed, and now that life is beautiful and just how I like it, you want me to die, but then I would seem like a psychopath, and so I refrained and did what I always do to this voice, ignore it, like it never existed.

    A strange creature with long limbs appeared, it stared at me for a long minute and then stormed towards me, I felt the blood rushing towards my heart I never felt an adrenalin rush like this before, it was amazing , except for the fact that I am now pinned and being strangled by this creature.

  • Dystopia: Frostbite

    Dystopia: Frostbite

    The water is freezing cold, I struggled to get out of the water, feeling numb , I cannot feel a thing except for the cold wind that is practically freezing the inside of my skull. I tried and tried until I was about to give up, however in situations like these, one must be like me an opportunist, Master Of The Improvisation Art, I started to slowly drown until I found a bunch of seal like creatures but the size of a blue whale racing towards the hole in the ice that I was trying to get out of, and so I instead of drowning, I decided to use the sealwhales, creative isnt it… okay moving on I used the stampede to force myself out of the water.

    It was my only way out of the freezing cold water, its nice and warm now, I can feel my body defrosting like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, ignoring the fact that It was supposed to be cold, I am in the freaking Antarctica or whatever, maybe iceland, but I was surrounded by snow,ice, aaaand water. The thing is that the plan worked, I got out of the freezing cold water, but the thing is I didnt get pushed of the water into the land or ice for that matter, I got swallowed by the sealwhale. I will be freaking out if it wasnt warm and nice inside this creature, let me enjoy this as long as I can withstand this. I rested for a while, to regain my strength then I started to investigate the creature, a biopsy like this while the creature is still breathing and moving around, I starting poking things until I was shot of the creature when he vomited, not sure why I felt offended, I did.

    I continued my journey, heading towards something, something that I cant seem to remember, but I know the path to it, why cant I remember my goal, why cant I remember anything except for the road that leads to that thing. Something vague, but it is somehow important. I walked, walked, and walked for days.

  • Dystopia: The Lost City Of Atlantis Part II

    Dystopia: The Lost City Of Atlantis Part II

    After the 40 days, I was forsaken by the Atlanteans or who ever helped me, nonetheless, its not a bad thing, I hate humans or any creature that can talk for that matter, they are no different than the ones I left on land, except for the gills and ability to breath under water. I was interested in their anatomy I wanted to observe them, study them, like I used to do with mankind.

    I cannot believe that I actually in the lost city, it never occurred to me that I am breathing under the ocean or ability to walk and talk and could hear sound whilst under the ocean, until I strayed away from the road and started floating and I could see all types of sea creatures however they are different than I expected, it looks like they are not mindless creatures, they seem to have some sort of community down here, social class upon observation is related to the food chain, the bigger fish run the city. All fish live peacefully, I wondered what happened to the food chain cycle, predictor and pray, how can they survive, did they evolve and started a new diet like eating sea weed/plants/corrals. I asked the lowest class of their social ladder, the shrimp, after I cornered him, I was stunned with what he said, the Atlanteans, the lost city was just a farm for harvesting Atlanteans for the sea creatures. It never occurred to me why the sharks and whales did not hunt me done, rather they welcomed me and made me feel like one of their own. Upon further investigation the Atlanteans were kidnapping humans to feed the fish, and I just jumped right into their arms. They were all punished for their deceit and were eaten by the ocean kingdom, except for one female Atlanteans. After calculating their moves and their scarce food situation I decided to flee.

    I started running around searching for an exit out of this dome, I ran and ran until I could not anymore, in despair I sat in the middle of road, they are following me, thoughts of being eaten by sea creatures seemed a cool and funny way to die, I lied their looking at the ceiling of the dome, the letters E..X….I…..T were written in red, now I have two choices either die or continue my journey, the latter seems like the logical way to go, and so I have to figure out a way to reach the exit without them following me. I destroyed the dome from the inside out, thinking that they would be okay (creatures who want yo eat me) since they are creatures of the ocean, however they all dematerialized as the salt water washed them. I resurfaced but there is no more dry land, there is the ocean and snow covering the rest of the earth…

  • Dystopia: Imprisonment

    Dystopia: Imprisonment

    They imprisoned me, tortured me for weeks, non us know what either of us are saying, there language is different than any language that I have come across, never in my life have I ever seen a language that compromises of screams, blowing raspberry, and on occasions spiting to make the communication effective. I tried to talk to them, trying to tell them that I mean no harm to them, and that I was lost in a cave, and that for some reason, when I got out of the cave I stumbled upon the Gold Town of Midgets. It was like a toddler trying to say that he wants to go out to play and that he is hungry, my communication skills were reduced to crying and hand gestures, a lot of hand gestures. How could I possibly tell them that I am not dangerous and that they can trust me to leave this gold town as soon as they let me out of this cage.

    Felt like caged bird, with all this gold couldn’t they have built a proper prison, no, how could they? felt degraded, humiliated, not because of the prison but because I was captured by impotent tiny humans. I tried convincing them for days, but with no progress, and so I decided to enjoy my new home. I stopped crying and making a fool of myself with the hand gestures. It’s been a year since I was imprisoned, I’ve got to say that this is a true life of a king, I was fed 3 meals a day, bathed, entertained by the shows that they make in front of me. I was basically their ruler, except for the cage, and no orders were actually given by me to them. After spending 3 years in the Land of Gold, I am sorry to say this but I have to continue traveling, at this point I’ve forgotten where I was headed. I cannot stay here anymore, it is so peaceful, and numbing.

    I gathered my belongings and opened the prison door, and headed out of the Land of Gold, singing as I stepped out of their land…….

  • Dystopia : Prologue

    Dystopia : Prologue

    The year is 2099, post-apocalyptic earth, everything is destroyed, people have died, animal population decreased, scarce source of food, the world has reformed again, making one huge continent linking all countries together, and so people split into groups, upside and downside. These groups were made in order to enforce order, in world where everything has returned back to what earth truly means, this meant no technology and cars. The nation brought back to the primitive era, where earth is again for everyone, meaning of property has changed to where you setup your house or camp and 10 feet from each side is yours. Everyone is freaking out, some even denying the fact that they have lost everything , while others thrive in such situations like the survivalists or who I now call “preppers”, and of course there is me. I am called the improviser, I am the one who could get out of any situation with minimum damage, a chameleon, I can blend in so fast that people start to share their secrets with me, their trust is quite admirable considering their hypocrite nature and two faced creatures. I can manipulate the any situation to however I see fit, even at my own expense sometimes, just for the sake of experiencing new things. Now, some may say that it is stupid and why would you let yourself go through that if you could manipulate the situation. My response is that life is dull, mundane routine does not satisfy me, hence I like to experience new, dangerous things, the dangerous part is less often since the accident.

    I can never forget the imprint of my face on the cement when I jumped into a construction site pit from a 30 foot tall wall, just for trying to experience the feeling of bungee jumping, of course without the bungee, hence the imprint of my face on the cement. Life is not the same, everything is a mess, chaos. It is like the earth was shaken by a giant baby, then bounced off the of the milky way. Now earth has become so dark and cold, no light, only darkness, the only light that we can get is from the bombs that those two stupid groups are throwing at each other. Everything is gone, yet mankind still surprizes me with the silly stuff that causes them to fight. Last week they fought about fuel, well, I could not see why they could not share it, well, they fought and ended up using the fuel for all the wrong reasons, so nobody benefited from it. However, now they fight about anything, today I witnessed the group killing each other over some plants, the earth is literally dirt and soil, like grow your own. You could even pour water on any soil and it will blossom. Now you are probably thinking how can they grow plants without a sun, you see when I mentioned that the earth was thrown off the milky way, that part literally happened, and in my own humble experience in astronomy, when the sun and moon become one entity, and gives off a black light with a white ring flaring around it, where way off of our sweet milky galaxy. Here the green literally thrives you don’t need seeds or any thing pour water on any dirt or soil, and you will be amazed of the things that will grow their. I once dropped some ice, and this huge monstrous plant with a mouth popped up, just like the pre historic weeds but this one can move on its own, the earth is literally its playground. Sometimes you get lucky and you grow a fruit that is twice the size of our normal fruits, and sometimes you will be followed by the plant that you have grown like a puppy that wants to chew you up.

    When everything went to hell, I had a awakening moment, and started to feel like it is probably the right time to explore and travel, while a force my way out of the fallen house…..

  • Islands and Huts

    Fear is nothing but a feeling of not knowing the outcome of a an event that is yet to occur, however it consumes us. Stranded on an island with no one but yourself, you’ll start calling for help, hoping that you are not alone, yet when you discover that your not alone but there are other people around you whom were stuck too, they just died, their death seemed peaceful at least their bones were not disturbed which suggests a normal death.

    But of WHAT ! Dammit.

    How Would I possibly know, young apprentice. Don’t fret, there is always hope.

    Rescued from the island, the place you dread to leave, however, now you are saved yet filled with emptiness, and hardship as you are now going to back to the mundane routine of your pathetic life.

    What is it you really want, child?

    I want to be free!

    Foolish dreams, child. How could you possibly be free when you lack the slightest spark of light. You are, what one calls the “True Darkness”, you don’t seek freedom, you command it and destroy anything on your way.

    You see once man was rescued from the island and brought back to the society of lies and hypocrisy, and after experiencing life without people in it on a secluded island, you would want to go back to that peace. After experiencing life alone, without the dread of smiling, masking your true feeling and comforting the insects, who instead must be smashed by the foot, however, we couldn’t just go around and start smashing insects, it will harm the environment, the whole cycle of earth shall be distrurbed.

    That is what is holding me back, their doom shall be of their own making, and I shall be there to witness their downfall….

  • An Epidemic

    The world is shivering, imbecile creatures are still ignoring the statistics, the truth therefore has been concealed from their eyes. The world is off balance, war is threatening our existence, and so it is a matter of decades until we will be no more.

    The war has made it impossible for the ill to survive, no medicine is available, the producing companies have banned international trade, and so the less fortunate countries are left to treat the sick with natural remedies. They have been cut off from the rest of the world, and so slowly they have become one with history as they now refrain from using any technology. On the other part of the world, where war has first emerged, the entire population has been wiped clean. Their oceans, rivers, and lakes have turned red, and the animals have been slaughtered without any reason, therefore that part of the world is uninhabitable.

    War, as it reigns havoc upon the humans, it opened the doors for its successor to come into play, and therefore, act two has begun. As hunger attacked the entire human race, and terrorized them, the humans have become more greedy thereby dividing themselves into two groups. The strong shall sacrifice the weak for the greater good as they claimed, in order to sustain life, cannibalism was their solution to survive. As they paved the road for the knight of death, polluted air, filth everywhere you turn, and so there began an epidemic across the entire world.

    The knight of death riding his horse, you can hear the neigh of the horse from any part of the world, and feel the black omen in the air as the knight descends to harvest the humans, as their roles have ended.

    “There is Still Hope”

  • The Damned

    In a new decade the wanderer returns, and takes off where he left off. The journal was lost, or rather destroyed by himself, because of the unbareable memories. So he decided to record the journey in the places that they have occured in, and so the man retraced his steps back to where it all began to mark the places in order, the darkness. However, not knowing that his return shall doom his soul, not just the memories, every single misdeed shall leave a mark upon his body. When the eyes will shut, the souls shall cometh and feed upon the wicked.

    The wanderer arrived, the darkness welcomed with joy, and upon passing through the huge gate, he felt the air on his body is different, he felt this feeling before, its fimiliar to him, yet he cant seem to recognise it. As he walked down the path of darkness, he felt as though the earth is pulling him down, his foot began to feel heavy, as it digs the earth imprinting his footsteps while heading towards the edge of the mounatin where the cliff house lies above the ocean of death. As the distance decreased between the house and wanderer, the air started to return back to normal. He entered the cliff house and soon he felt safe again, and as his eyes came across the book shelf of the damned and he soon remembered why he recognised the feeling of the air, and what shall happen to him when he marks the darkness and leaves.

    Embracing the consequences the wanderer leaves the cliff house and walks towards the gate of his doom, remembering all the pain and memories and now the punishment shall occur for his weak soul shall suffer for eternity.

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  • The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

    The path has been forged, sacrifices have been made, for the final goal is far more important than anything right now. Walking down the path with the rules that I believe in, guiding me through my journey, helping me to not drift apart or get distracted. A new start, a fresh one, for the soul is not lost anymore; I have found myself, those long nights in the dark without any electronics distracting me from the confrontation. The confrontation that I have been ignoring, the constant battles that I get wrecked from, are now of the past.

    In the dark, a series of questions have been asked and answered simultaneously, and a record passed to me of all the actions and conversations that have been taken, only then I came to know about the reality of things, and so everything became clear. I have been distracted a lot, I have my reasons of course but I have got everything figured out. A mere smile has turned into a smirk, I could see the light, the one they talk about “at the end of the tunnel”, however instead of me going towards it, it is rushing towards me chasing after the darkness, and there I let go of the darkness.

    As the light strikes my eyes, the image of a beautiful road smacked in the middle of a garden of trees and flowers, I can smell the adventure the await, as I get excited and my heart starts to pump fast, I knew that the journey has begun.