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The Radiation Effect

P.O.V.  Jayne

Must keep going. Can’t stop now. Must reach the next bunker before they come back.  Running through a sea of bodies, no longer bothering to step over them. Our own dead left as a bloody carpet in the war zone. A quick burst of fire from my left then silence, my breath loud in my ears. I spot a flash of purple and a harsh acid green, good, Eliza has made it too.

We are only 17, technically still too young to fight. But we have ended up gathering whoever we can to fight this God forsaken war. I can barely remember my life before this; this war has taken everything, my home, my family, my entire life. And it’s all our stupid fault; “nuclear power, the energy of tomorrow” they said, they were not expecting this. There was a leak from the power station, the radiation went down the power lines and into our homes, and back the other way, into all the generators, blowing them all. Anyone within a 20 mile radius was hit with the radiation. Something changed in them that day, something changed in us all.

Mutants. We used to think them stuff of imagination, we never thought they could be real. They were just a kid’s story we used to tell our siblings to keep them awake at night, it all seemed like a harmless joke before. Of course we’d all heard stories, stories of people living under the city in the dark that couldn’t stand the light or others that were so cut off from everyone they’d developed into a new race. Recent sightings had been reported yet they were overlooked, some said they had even been covered up by the government. The first time I saw a proper mutant was a week ago, exactly 2 years to the day after the explosions had happened.

* * * * *

I woke up around seven, rolled off my mat on the floor and tugged on my boots. I wandered over to where my brother was sleeping and the ache in my back was making me seriously regret letting him sleep on the bed. I nudged him awake with my foot, he mumbled something that vaguely sounded like he was telling me not to kick him
“That wasn’t a kick, it was a nudge” I told him. He knew from personal experience I could kick a lot harder than that, he was older than me, he didn’t mind. I went into the bedroom next door looking for mum, it wasn’t her bedroom, it was just a bedroom in the house we were staying in. Not that you could really call it a house anymore, the whole back had fallen of so it now resembled an old dolls house. The pictures on the wall were of someone else’s friends, someone else’s family, and someone else’s life. It didn’t really matter, it was just another place to stay for a while.

I ran my fingers through my hair, I needed to wash it, I didn’t know how long it had been since I had last washed it properly, with no electricity we could no longer heat water so we had to have cold showers, which in the middle of winter really weren’t that appealing. Attempting to brush the worst of the knots out with my fingers I wandered over to the gaping hole in the wall to see my mother sat on a chair at the bottom of the garden just staring into space. Since my Father had died she spent a lot of time zoned out and we had to look after her more than the other way around.

I went over Damien and shook him awake again

“I’m up I’m up!” he announced, still in bed. He glanced up at me and the look in my eyes made him actually start moving. Now he was out of bed, or in the process of getting up at least, I went down to see how my mother is.

Jumping over the stairs that were crumbling too much to support my weight I landed on the mud at the bottom, stumbling slightly and failing to keep my balance which resulted in me getting a face full of grass and mud. I heard Damien laugh upstairs, at least he was up finally. Dodging around the nettles and bramble bushes that littered the little garden I made it down to the bottom where my mother was sitting.

“You scared her away again” she said, not even turning to look at me

“Who? Who did I scare away mum?” I asked, wondering who she could possibly be talking about, this area was completely deserted and as far as I knew my family were the only people here

“The girl” she said matter-of-factly, as though I had asked a stupid question. I prompted her to explain in more detail but she was already off in her little world again so I decided not to push it any further.

This is the start of a story which I'm in the proccess of writing. Con-crit welcome ^_^

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