Dystopian Story by Adrianna Enriquez 8th

Dystopian Story

It was the year 2053 and everything was covered in smoke and ashes. The place once called the United States of America was now a free-for-all grounds. People have left their morals and values in the past. People have evolved into fierce, killing machines. We the people, slowly turning into rabid beasts. The government doesn't exist. You can't even go outside without feeling as if you're skin was going to burn off. You can hear screams in the distance, and you can't ignore it. You can't really ignore much these day, its all in your face, but if you're smart enough you can find a way to get used to it.

There are a few people left that do care about what's going on but they tend to go crazy from everything they experience. We called them Carries, since they are not as dangerous but they can get into your head. There's also a different types of human zombies, and we call them Lucys. When I was growing up, zombies were this mythical thing that people made fun of.  No one actually thought that zombies could ever exist. Until a few years ago when the world begun to heat up because everybody ignored global warming.

There is no such thing as Antarctica or the Artic. You can even ask, what is cold ? The bodies of freshwater in the U.S. began to heat up old waste being dumped from factories creating a dangerous bacteria. The big fancy water companies would clean the water but this newly formed bacteria would survive the process. People drank the water and many began to get sick. The world saw the United States as a threat to them, so they sealed us off. They had to choose between sending atomic bombs and killing every single person so that they can start off with a new world or isolating us by creating a force field around the United States.They decided to pity us and create a force field around us. The rich people afforded to buy their way out of being contained, however the little people had to stay and suffer. The United States, or the land of opportunity, was a place where people fought to keep illegal immigrants out. The tables have turned, and it's now where we are the illegal immigrants trying to get out of the United States and be accepted into a different country.

My family and I are called Savs. There are a few other Savs besides us but we rarely get in touch. We are the survivors, we don't show much emotion and we tend to keep it to ourselves. We have outsmarted mother nature, since she's trying to kill us off for all the pollution we did.   Its her revenge. We have learned to only go hunt when the sun is at the highest part of the sky, and as soon as it starts to set, we have to get home quickly. Lucys always go out at night and kill all the forms of life they can find. We are constantly migrating along the border of the United States. Its the best way to survive since there are small places where the force field has glitches. In these glitches, there are merchants smuggling food for us. We pay them with scrap metals and any luxuries we find in abandoned buildings.

I have lost count to the amount of bodies I have killed. When the force field was placed, I had to kill a body the next day. The guilt of taking someones life didn't go away until one day everything changed...