100 Stories- 100 Days – Short Story #1

100 Stories- 100 Days – Short Story #1
July 29, 2013 Miro Sevin Siegel

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The Fall of Man

I’m writing down my experience here because people should know what happened, if there’s anyone left, that is. The year is 2473. My name is… well, names don’t really matter anymore. I escaped that damned place, I’m out, but there’s nothing out here, just thousands of miles of nuclear wasteland. I’m as screwed here as I am in there, but I’d rather die on my own accord.

It all started 60 years ago, when the rebels, those idiots, launched the first A bomb. It connected with a government stronghold,and caused the launchers to go haywire. Within minutes thousands of warheads were in the air, hurtling all across the earth. They all hit within mere moments, setting off a nuclear winter.

During this nuclear winter, a sentient species rose from the ashes; The Mantoids. These unnatural creatures were the pure embodiment of radiation, glowing bright green through their luminescent skin, they almost looked like insects, with their gnashing green mandibles.

If a human came within feet of these things, their eyes become milky and start to melt, and then the rest of their body starts to drip until nothing is left, just ecto-plasmic ooze. The Mantoids can’t live on earth without a special cream, and that’s where we come in. What little of humanity was left was now completely destroyed.

We live in shipping containers for Christ’s sake! It was awful, you would hear the metal slamming into itself, and then the screams of a fellow human being, before they were silenced and vaporized. The only thing you could do in those dark metal boxes was romanticize with death, the merciful end to this nightmare, or plan an escape.

I chose the latter, I would much rather die in the chemical wasteland than at the hands of these bastards!

I tore a bit of sheet metal off the wall of my cell, my hands bleeding from the jagged tin, and sharpened it until my day was at hand. They opened the box and I lunged out and stabbed the Mantoid in what I assume is an eye. It started dripping blood, a color I had never seen before, a color I can’t explain. The other Mantoid saw me, but a second too late. I was already upon the poor fool. I sunk the metal into its abdomen and fled. I could feel my eyes starting to moisten and my skin as well. I escaped the complex, but I don’t have much time to live, my skin’s starting to drip off with excruciating pain, and I’m losing my eye sight at an alarmingly rapid pace. Whoever you are, if you’re reading this, it means humanity as a whole is doomed… and earth probably is as well.. This is the fall of man… THE FALL OF MAN.

*The rest of the journal is incoherent, and is stained with dried blood and what appears to be skin*

What is this? it’s part of the NEW PROJECT: 100 Stories- 100 DaysSend your suggestions for stories by submitting a title and genre and I’ll write it!

1 Comment

  1. Emy 7 years ago

    Oooh!!! Love it! I love the style, the genre, the theme, the shortness but clear images it brings in your mind, the cliff-hanger (what are those Mantoids? Where did they come from? Could they be a solution?)…
    Congrats!

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