The Primitive One
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Category:
Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,127
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Primitive One
Hi everyone, due to me being published finally, I will limit the amount of chapters I present to you. Feel free to visit my website, where you will find spoilers, a profile of me, and a way of ordering the book. My web address is www.freewebs.com/theprimitiveone . There are 31 chapters in the book. Thanks for reading! Feel free to review!
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Prologue
Year 2010
“Africa! Population zero!” A man lets out a petrified shriek; dashing through the streets of Canada with fifteen million people around him. He wipes a patch of sweat from his forehead only to notice it is senseless because his palms and arms are drenched as well. His clothing has become like plastic; clinging to his body like a glove.
A woman sprints in the crowded streets beside him with her infant held close. She has been told Antarctica will be swallowed up next by the waters. Apparently the polar ice caps are melting, causing ocean levels to rise and devour every continent.
A little boy runs up, “Are we gonna die?” His tears are mixed with sweat.
The one hundred and seventy degree weather finally takes its toll on the massive crowd as a number of them fall to the sizzling pavement. Thousands stampede recklessly, trampling over one another as if running on grass. Melted tires are fused with the ground in intermittent spots along the way. Looking up, not a single cloud is in the sky. Only the sun, which is now free to cast its rage upon everything it touches.
An elderly woman piggyback rides a much younger man. She remembers hearing a radio announcer warn that the Americans were migrating to South America for shelter. The old woman reckons it was getting too hot for their liking as well. Sadly, the South American government refused to import them. Then a brawl broke loose. She chuckles to herself while remembering this; anything to take her mind off her current situation. Many people believe World War III is going down in South America at this very moment. She reckons millions are dying from the bloodshed. Serves the government right, she muses. This is why people should have cut down on polluting the air. Cars did nothing but help everyone to an early grave.
Someone else runs by with a radio that is on the verge of melting away, seeking to hear anything that resembles hope. The sound of a helicopter’s propellers slashing through the wind can be heard over the announcer’s voice, “As each day passes, the temperature rises at least ten degrees- in the dead of winter. . .” The signal breaks up then comes back moments later, “. . .Crops are dying out by the dozens. The streets of Venezuela are so hot that they liquefy metal.” The announcer speaks in panic, “This just in…Venezuela! Population zero! Instant contact with ultraviolet rays results in deterioration of flesh!”
The old woman reflects again, remembering the announcers saying Europe and Asia were submerged under sweltering waters. Hundreds of millions died mercilessly from third degree burns. Australia has even been reduced to ashes. She glances to her right to spot a young girl being trampled over by several adults. The old woman holds her head closer to her nephew who carries her. Tears flow from her eyes to further drench his back. Not from the horrible sight she just witnessed, but from her hair catching fire. She doesn’t dare tell her nephew for fear that he may stop to assist her. If he were to do so, they would be run over themselves. She muffles her scream into his back while using her free hand to smother the flames. The fire is extinguished, and she is left bald. She turns her head to the left just in time to see three men climb up and over an adolescent boy. The old lady takes a tumble forward as her nephew drops to his knees. They scream as several feet walk on their hands, faces, and feet. To add to their misery, the blazing ground threatens to eat away their flesh. Hundreds of people run over them before they take their last sip of air.
Blood wrenching cries are heard everywhere as the ground, buildings, and people burst into flames. North America is left empty and barren. The scalding waters cover the entire earth; bringing a small sense of relief to the unbearable temperatures. Millions drown as millions of other bloated bodies float face down. Amazingly, those who escaped the waters and flames pray for death. Earth ignites. Anyone unfortunate enough to still be alive look up one last time as their retinas burn from the intense radiation. They see an immense green light coming from the sky and enveloping the Earth. Is it a savior? Before the light can completely surround the earth, its population dwindles down. . .to zero.
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Prologue
Year 2010
“Africa! Population zero!” A man lets out a petrified shriek; dashing through the streets of Canada with fifteen million people around him. He wipes a patch of sweat from his forehead only to notice it is senseless because his palms and arms are drenched as well. His clothing has become like plastic; clinging to his body like a glove.
A woman sprints in the crowded streets beside him with her infant held close. She has been told Antarctica will be swallowed up next by the waters. Apparently the polar ice caps are melting, causing ocean levels to rise and devour every continent.
A little boy runs up, “Are we gonna die?” His tears are mixed with sweat.
The one hundred and seventy degree weather finally takes its toll on the massive crowd as a number of them fall to the sizzling pavement. Thousands stampede recklessly, trampling over one another as if running on grass. Melted tires are fused with the ground in intermittent spots along the way. Looking up, not a single cloud is in the sky. Only the sun, which is now free to cast its rage upon everything it touches.
An elderly woman piggyback rides a much younger man. She remembers hearing a radio announcer warn that the Americans were migrating to South America for shelter. The old woman reckons it was getting too hot for their liking as well. Sadly, the South American government refused to import them. Then a brawl broke loose. She chuckles to herself while remembering this; anything to take her mind off her current situation. Many people believe World War III is going down in South America at this very moment. She reckons millions are dying from the bloodshed. Serves the government right, she muses. This is why people should have cut down on polluting the air. Cars did nothing but help everyone to an early grave.
Someone else runs by with a radio that is on the verge of melting away, seeking to hear anything that resembles hope. The sound of a helicopter’s propellers slashing through the wind can be heard over the announcer’s voice, “As each day passes, the temperature rises at least ten degrees- in the dead of winter. . .” The signal breaks up then comes back moments later, “. . .Crops are dying out by the dozens. The streets of Venezuela are so hot that they liquefy metal.” The announcer speaks in panic, “This just in…Venezuela! Population zero! Instant contact with ultraviolet rays results in deterioration of flesh!”
The old woman reflects again, remembering the announcers saying Europe and Asia were submerged under sweltering waters. Hundreds of millions died mercilessly from third degree burns. Australia has even been reduced to ashes. She glances to her right to spot a young girl being trampled over by several adults. The old woman holds her head closer to her nephew who carries her. Tears flow from her eyes to further drench his back. Not from the horrible sight she just witnessed, but from her hair catching fire. She doesn’t dare tell her nephew for fear that he may stop to assist her. If he were to do so, they would be run over themselves. She muffles her scream into his back while using her free hand to smother the flames. The fire is extinguished, and she is left bald. She turns her head to the left just in time to see three men climb up and over an adolescent boy. The old lady takes a tumble forward as her nephew drops to his knees. They scream as several feet walk on their hands, faces, and feet. To add to their misery, the blazing ground threatens to eat away their flesh. Hundreds of people run over them before they take their last sip of air.
Blood wrenching cries are heard everywhere as the ground, buildings, and people burst into flames. North America is left empty and barren. The scalding waters cover the entire earth; bringing a small sense of relief to the unbearable temperatures. Millions drown as millions of other bloated bodies float face down. Amazingly, those who escaped the waters and flames pray for death. Earth ignites. Anyone unfortunate enough to still be alive look up one last time as their retinas burn from the intense radiation. They see an immense green light coming from the sky and enveloping the Earth. Is it a savior? Before the light can completely surround the earth, its population dwindles down. . .to zero.