This is it! The final chapter in the most disjointed, unconnected series ever. But it’s been fun.
So far Sam has been a dissatisfied medieval girl, a high school graduate, a girl with a sick mother, a painter, an abuse victim and…a demigod? What is the only thing missing from that list? Yup, the future.
Well, there are a lot of things missing from that list, but I’m writing about the future today.
I decided to save the post-apocalyptic story till the end for two reasons: because it was the most requested by far and that I knew it would be one of the most fun to write!
Thank you to literally everyone I talked to who told me to do this particular type of story, and I hope you enjoy 🙂
Survival 101: Don’t keep your feet on the ground. Of course, that would be a lot easier if we had hoverboards, or rocket shoes, or something other than a pair of roller skates two sizes too big.
It was Ryan’s idea, he said that if there was anything worth taking from the garage, it would be the roller skates, seeing as we don’t know how to drive a car and bikes would be too big and too conspicuous.
I watched him run as I balanced on a faded, broken deckchair, him expertly weaving through the patches of green moss, me just barely keeping my balance on a large chair, wobbling and desperately trying not to touch the ground.
Every time the moss started growing a bit too close for comfort, Ryan backtracked and ran around in a serpentine pattern on the dusty sands towards the garage.
“It’s safe!” he yelled, “Come on Sam, we haven’t got much time!”
I took a breath, before jumping down from the flimsy deckchair, trying to replicate his movements exactly, because we knew all too well what happened if you put a foot wrong.
“You made it,” he said, grinning, “I thought you would be moss-meat by now.”
“Moss-meat,” I scoffed, “Did you seriously just say that?”
He flashed me a scowl, “You knew what I meant.”
Turning away from me, he began picking the lock on the garage door, because we both knew that going inside the house would not be a good idea.
“Remember that this could not be a good idea,” he murmured as the lock clicked open. Noticing my face, he hastily added, “But it is our only choice.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, taking a step back as the garage door flew open.
“Roller skates!” cried Ryan, excitedly eyeing the two pairs in the corner of the room and running towards them.
I breathed a sigh of relief that the garage remained, for now, plant free. “Okay, let’s find what we need and get the hell out of here.”
“Put them on!” he called, chucking a pair of roller skates in my general direction and beginning to lace up his own.
“Are you serious? This is your plan?”
“Do you have a better idea, genius?” he retorted.
“I might. What else do we have in this garage?” I began to rummage through various boxes and containers, Ryan ignoring me and still putting on his roller skates.
“Hmm, what if we used the-”
“Sam.” Ryan interrupted, and I would have been mad if not for the sudden urgency in his tone. “Sam, put the skates on.”
“What?” I rolled my eyes, “I thought you were being serious.”
“I am!” He stood up, wobbling a bit and skated over to my side. “Look.”
I whirled around and my eyes widened. “Crap.”
Coils and coils of mossy vines were enveloping a lamppost about thirty feet away from the garage where we stood, growing at an alarming rate. I reckoned we had about a minute to move.
“Help me with these.” Ignoring the fact that the roller skates were too big – a fact that I was going to have to deal with – I began lacing them up as Ryan did the same on the other foot. Of course, now my shoe-tying skills were the one thing saving my life, I fumbled around and had to redo the laces.
“Okay, go go go!” Ryan began sailing out of the garage, and I followed. Well, attempted to. The disadvantages of having shoes too big for me were starting to show, as I came crashing down to the ground, Ryan already gaining ground.
He stopped, and turned back, eyes widening as he saw the moss growing towards me. “Get up! What are you doing on the floor?”
Conserving my energy, I thought dryly, but heaved myself up and started to roll away. I noticed that Ryan was heading towards a large outcrop of rock that jutted out several hundred metres away. I also realised that we were being surrounded. Vines began closing in on all sides, weaving and ducking through each other, creating a woven lattice of leaves, blocking our path.
“Quick!” Yelled Ryan, still a few metres ahead of me, the rocky hill getting ever nearer.
I pumped harder, moved faster, breathed deeper. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the same pace as I inhaled more sand than air with every gulp, and all around me the colours I could see were slowly fading away to a sea of green.
“Sam!” I could see him on the rocks now, holding his hand out to pull me away from the monster plants.
I used all my energy and worked harder to move, reaching out, until finally our fingertips made contact and I was being pulled up to safety.
As I lay gasping for breath, trying to calm myself down, Ryan just whistled and muttered, “And that’s why you don’t mess around with GM crops, kids.”
That’s it! It’s the end. I’m slightly sad now, this has been a lot of fun! If anyone is interested in me possibly doing this again in the future, then that’s definitely something I’ll consider 🙂
Thank you so much to anyone who has commented or suggested anything, and thank you to everyone who has supported me, even if it’s small, it means a lot!
I’m closing the lid on the box of my creative writing for now, but I’ll be opening it again at some point, I promise!
So happy with what I’ve done this week :3