Reports of an old man

Is it too late to ask for forgiveness?

It’s the year of 2200, the city is silent. Due to the increase of environmental problems, the world started to collapse 30 years ago. Natural disasters happened all over the world, earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes and so on. People couldn’t live without fearing the wrath of nature. But that’s not what killed more than 85% of the world’s population. It was them, the undying. Some people believe that it started with a virus mutation, some kind of powerful virus that makes them move after being dead, other people believe that it’s God that is making it happen, as punishment for all the bad things we’ve done here on Earth. Nevertheless, the few of us that stand till this day, we’ve learned how to survive with the few we have, we must do whatever we can. The soil isn’t the same as it was hundreds of years ago, but in small cities, surrounded by high walls, we’ve managed to get some crops going.

The major cities, the great cities, they had to be abandoned. There were too many of the dead in those places. Cars can’t fly, this technology was being developed, but it died with the rest of the planet. Hell… cars can’t even ride properly anymore; we strive to find few liters of fuel. Our main transportation is horses. We started raising horses a few years ago. There aren’t many animals left, but we could save some horses in the rural areas that weren’t as affected as the cities. Technology has suffered a setback. Most of us can’t use electric energy, power plants stopped working long ago, and it’s too risky getting out of our walls to start any kind of buildings that may provide us with energy. Some use solar panels, but they are hard to get across, with all these monsters walking and running around.

Our only job is to survive, that’s what we can do. There are no schools anymore, there are no hospitals, no police. We fight for our survival in small communities, I think. I only met one other community, and it was soon overtaken by those creatures. We don’t have many children around, we try not to, but the ones that are here can’t go to school, we only teach them to survive, and if they are good enough, they might live a few more years, they must.

The natural disasters have stopped, but they may return at any time. If it’s really the wrath of God we’re against, why haven’t I died yet? I wasn’t that great, I was a mediocre human, I’m only human. I find myself in my 50s, it all happened when I was only 27 years old, everyone I knew back then has died. I don’t know why I’m still trying, don’t know the purpose of living in this racked world. We should have done things differently, we should have been more connected to nature, we should have taken care of each other, we should have… but we didn’t.