The event happened suddenly with no warning. An audible snap and everything changed. Everyone knows where they were when the event happened. The lives they used to live, the people they used to be. Now, ten years on - those kinds of reminiscence had stopped, and the reality of how to survive was at hand. When the event happened and commerce stopped, the great migrations began. People concentrated around areas that could actually sustain life versus the artificial playgrounds man had created for himself. Places like Six Flags became shelter for those whose homes became unlivable. Soon there would be generations that had not known life before the event. He would still occasionally dream of the hum of electricity, the whir of an air conditioner, the fingers tapping across a keyboard. So many warnings that global warming was happening and the earth was going to eventually defend itself. Scientists talk about how one morning, the earth's magnetic field shifted, air itself turned a slight orange color and rendered man's greatest invention forever mute. Alternating current simply ceased to exist. Anything requiring a plug rendered mute. He wondered for man in a few generations. Of course, he wouldn't be here to see it. He'd survived the horrible famine and disease of the first years. The diseases separating them all into desperate groups. Some suggesting the disease as evolution, that the ill were transforming into the next kind of human. Either way it revealed the worst of human nature, all the old fears replaced with all too real new ones. Some cycles just can't help but repeat themselves. He needed to stop thinking or it would make him immeasurably sad. He pulled the strap on his backpack, full of the day's forage. Carefully wrapped eggs he'd harvested. This would only last them a few days, though, and he would be back out in the wilderness again. He shook the thought from his head, if the event had taught him anything it was to not dream too far ahead. The right-now was all there was anymore.
9. July 2017