Sometimes luck can be on your side while other times it couldn't be further away from you. You could be the lucky person to make it out alive from a disaster or you can be pinned under the rubble with no hope for a rescue. Some of us are lucky to get by with what we have. Others will find that the jealousy of such incredible luck can be a strong, and sometimes fatal, thing.
Have you ever been met with such an overwhelming amount of joy for so long that it eventually feels miserable after a while? Few often do. I'm what you might consider someone with an incredible amount of luck. I mean, not everything works out the way I want it, but when it does it feels as though it's too good to be true.
Over the last year, some intense things have taken over the world. First there were the plants that turned on people and killed all that tried eating healthy. We were lucky that factories could easily produce food, no matter how fake and bad for you it is. Things were recalled, but that didn't stop many casualties from happening.
Next was when the water supply became poisonous. It was nearly unfilterable. It took scientists many months but they managed to crack the code. They gave the information to companies so they could mass produce synthetic drinks until they could make water safe to drink all across the globe.
Very few survived the dangerous state that the world was in. Of course, I was one of the few. A population of billions had no been reduced to a few thousand. From nearly overpopulating the earth to enough people to fill a single town.
Just about every survivor was from the military. Or they were from families that knew about advanced survival tactics to survive. I was one of the only people to survive simply from being lucky. I can't tell you how exactly I survived. It might be from having little idea of what was going on, but with my never leaving the house, I stocked up some on junk food and water bottles. And many many cases of soda. By the time I needed to go to the store again, nearly the entire population of the town had been wiped out.
The only thing I wished the luck had done for me was to help get along with the few survivors better that I was right now. Many military people there resented me. They hated the fact that their family they held so dear were all gone, while I just stumbled upon remaining alive. I felt horrible for them and I wished I could take their places.
The resentment from the group meant I was left to fend for myself. Sure, they would drop by some food and drink, but not without 'working for it'. They'd make me exercise, doing as many pushups and jumping jacks as I could until I was on the verge of dehydration, before they'd give me what I wanted. They said it would help keep me from becoming a lazy slob "like I was before".
There was one day they stumbled across a gas mask while going out and looking for survivors. They had the clever idea of having me put it on and exercising before getting anything to eat and drink.
I absolutely despised them for doing this but I gave in. The humiliation would be over with before I knew it.
By the time I was done with my last pushup I was struggling for my breath. I wanted to take the mask off but something nagging in the back of my head told me to keep it on.
I looked over to see the people that were making me exercise, now laying on the ground, their faces a blue-purple. I looked around and saw the air was a little denser and greener than it was before.
I searched for some others but everyone else looked like they had been choked out by the lack of breathable oxygen. I was the only person on Earth left alive.
Have you ever been met with such an overwhelming amount of joy for so long that it eventually feels miserable after a while? Few often do. I'm what you might consider someone with an incredible amount of luck. I mean, not everything works out the way I want it, but when it does it feels as though it's too good to be true.
Over the last year, some intense things have taken over the world. First there were the plants that turned on people and killed all that tried eating healthy. We were lucky that factories could easily produce food, no matter how fake and bad for you it is. Things were recalled, but that didn't stop many casualties from happening.
Next was when the water supply became poisonous. It was nearly unfilterable. It took scientists many months but they managed to crack the code. They gave the information to companies so they could mass produce synthetic drinks until they could make water safe to drink all across the globe.
Very few survived the dangerous state that the world was in. Of course, I was one of the few. A population of billions had no been reduced to a few thousand. From nearly overpopulating the earth to enough people to fill a single town.
Just about every survivor was from the military. Or they were from families that knew about advanced survival tactics to survive. I was one of the only people to survive simply from being lucky. I can't tell you how exactly I survived. It might be from having little idea of what was going on, but with my never leaving the house, I stocked up some on junk food and water bottles. And many many cases of soda. By the time I needed to go to the store again, nearly the entire population of the town had been wiped out.
The only thing I wished the luck had done for me was to help get along with the few survivors better that I was right now. Many military people there resented me. They hated the fact that their family they held so dear were all gone, while I just stumbled upon remaining alive. I felt horrible for them and I wished I could take their places.
The resentment from the group meant I was left to fend for myself. Sure, they would drop by some food and drink, but not without 'working for it'. They'd make me exercise, doing as many pushups and jumping jacks as I could until I was on the verge of dehydration, before they'd give me what I wanted. They said it would help keep me from becoming a lazy slob "like I was before".
There was one day they stumbled across a gas mask while going out and looking for survivors. They had the clever idea of having me put it on and exercising before getting anything to eat and drink.
I absolutely despised them for doing this but I gave in. The humiliation would be over with before I knew it.
By the time I was done with my last pushup I was struggling for my breath. I wanted to take the mask off but something nagging in the back of my head told me to keep it on.
I looked over to see the people that were making me exercise, now laying on the ground, their faces a blue-purple. I looked around and saw the air was a little denser and greener than it was before.
I searched for some others but everyone else looked like they had been choked out by the lack of breathable oxygen. I was the only person on Earth left alive.
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