ZChapelTheSurvivor





The blaring from the speakers finally ceased. The wind was the only sound that could be heard for miles, whistling through the millions of cracks and crevices throughout the area. The present day continent of North America, then known as Medi-terra, was completely obliterated by The Event, except for one survivor, or so he thought. This invincible survivor was known as Sam Foreman. He was an ordinary young man with an extraordinary gift. Somehow, someway, this man was able to live through The Event of a lifetime. Sam walked through the hazy area that he once knew as his home. The old base used to be bursting at the seams with excitement, and now it was dead. The land was smoking and Sam went to the only place he knew he could go for a sign, The Eternal Father of the Sea. The Church stood abandoned and torn apart. Pieces of the façade were blown away; there were not even doors on the building anymore. He stepped in and kneeled. He began to pray for some sort of sign, some kind of hope. He began to imagine that he smelled the old candles and incense in the old decrepit room. There was no sign, no life, nothing. He stood up and walked back to the priest’s vestry. There were some documents scattered about along with some personal belongings. Sam began to explore the room and in a closet found a lock box. It was underneath some fallen shelves. He managed to get to the box but did not know the combination in which to open it. He rummaged around until he found a pipe that had fallen from the ceiling. Sam picked up the pipe and hit it against the lock on the box, which promptly opened it. Amid some old pictures and mementos, Sam found a list. It was short, about a fourth of the page was full. “Survivors” was the heading on the paper. On the lines below, there were about twenty names, one of which read “Samuel Foreman.” Sam began to feel shaky and had no idea what was going on. He picked up the list, folded it up and put it in his pocket. He left the Church and began a long, lonely walk to a place of shelter. Maybe, just maybe his old home would still be there. Just as he walked down the faltering steps, he heard a noise, the crunching of leaves echoing. He ran into the middle of the street to see a girl in the distance. He raced to talk to his one sign of hope and find some kind of answers. The girl answered in short, wisps of sentences. Her name was Beth Carter, another name on the list. Sam told her he was going to walk to his old house, to see if it was still there since night was coming quickly. He asked her to come so they could, hopefully, have some form of shelter. They found a spot under some scraps of wood and began to talk. Sam showed her the list and they sat for a long time bewildered as to the meaning of the list. **// About 75 years earlier... //** The group convened their meeting in the newly erected building. The Eternal Father of the Sea glistened with its fresh coat of white paint on the unsoiled plot of grass. The Sunday morning service had finished and the meeting began with the four most powerful men on the base in the priest's vestry. The priest (Anthony Stephenson) sat at the head of the table with Jacob Sterling (the richest man on the base) on his left, Noah Trescott (an enlightened man on the topic of life and science who taught at the local school) on his right, and Daniel Foreman (the newly promoted navy admiral on the base of Medi-terra) at the opposite end of the table. All the men had extremely grave faces and could not stop fidgeting in their seats. "It pains me to have to call such a meeting to order," began the priest "but tell us what you have found Mr. Trescott." "Well...in my research and experimenting I have found that anywhere from 70-80 years in the future there will be a horrible Event. This event will destroy everything that we currently know and obliterate our entire lives. I do no know if it will just affect this area, the continent, or the entire world. My equipment is not advanced enough for me to conclude..." Sterling and Foreman looked at their feet and picked at their finger nails. They did not know how to bring bring any conversation in from that point. The Admiral responded, "How can we be sure of this...Event...as you say will actually happen? People have said through history that the world will end and all this other shenanigans. It is all tomfoolery in my opinion." "Admiral, sir, this evidence that I have collected shows that if our production, pollution, and 'advancement' continues the way that it is certain to, then our world will become obliterated. It will kill the majority, and it will be the human race's fault." countered Noah. Sterling objected, "Wait a second, you said majority, is that supposed to mean that some will live through this horrible disaster?" "Well, Mr. Sterling, through some genetic tests that I have run on the inhabitants of this base, I have found two families that carry a recessive gene that select humans have. It gives them an ability to exist in this polluted world without it harming them in the least. I think they may be invincible, someway, somehow." he explained. "The families I have found on the base are the Carter family and...the Foreman family." The Admiral sat in complete shock staring at Noah Trescott. "So you mean to tell me that I could have some member of my family that actually survives this Event while the rest of the world perishes?!" "Actually, based on your wife and your son, you will certainly have a grandson or granddaughter that survives based on the genetic makeup. As well as with the Carter family." Noah continued, "Out of curiosity, I expanded my search to worldwide and found a list of approximately 20 other survivors." The men found a piece of paper and wrote down all the names and safely stored it in the priest's lock box. They hoped Noah Trescott had no idea what he was talking about and was mentally deranged from years of working with noxious chemicals in the lab.