Regenwetter (Short Story, English)

in #fiction6 years ago

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This story is brought to you by @alexs1320 , who suggested the words “printer, flood, tank destroyer” as inspiration for a story, as asked for in my Steem anniversary post. It’s loosely based on the world of an old short story of mine. Enjoy!


Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

Rain was dripping through the holes in the metal above him. Former bullet holes, leftovers of a war long passed, that had started to rust. Shouldn’t this shit be made from something that didn’t rust? Stainless steel or something? Apparently not. Or maybe someone had just tried to cut corners and got cheaper materials than they had been supposed to. Nothing brings more profit than war, right? And nobody would notice if a random tank destroyer starts to rust one day. They weren’t supposed to exist for that long anyway. The war should end before, or new machinery should be bought.

It didn’t get that far in this case though.

Alex wiped the water off his face and stared at his wet hand for a couple of seconds. When was the last time that he had slept somewhere warm and dry? Even the summers were cold and wet. He was awaiting the next winter with dread. The last had almost killed him, hadn’t it been for the group of survivors that had taken him in. @suesa

They were all dead now.

He was responsible for most of those deaths.

But they hadn’t left him any choice.

Not after they had tried eating him.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

The frequency of raindrops that were hitting his face had increased, and it started to drive him mad. He couldn’t stay in this place any longer. He just couldn’t. It wasn’t much better outside, but he needed to find someplace dry. He was so tired of being soaked.

Groaning, Alex pushed open the door and climbed out of his makeshift home. Mud splashed up his trousers when he landed on the ground and started walking into no specific direction. He didn’t know where he might find a better place to stay so every choice could be the correct one. And he was sure that he wouldn’t have survived this long if he had terrible instincts. So he just trusted his feet to carry him to where he was supposed to be.

He didn’t encounter another living person for a good two hours. He encountered plenty of dead bodies, some so old that there were only skeletons left, some relatively fresh and bloated from the gases building up below the skin. It was mostly adults, children were rare these days. Most had died during the war, or right at the beginning of the end. Right when the virus had swept the lands …

Several nations had tried developing a number of bioweapons, some unsuccessfully, some stopped by an ethics committee. And then, one group succeeded in creating a virus so aggressive that it eradicated half of humanity before it even reached the news. The good thing about a highly aggressive virus is that it has a hard time spreading if it kills the host too fast. Ultimately, that fact lead to an eradication of the pathogen.

But it had already been too late for humanity. Governments had started to fall apart; civil wars had broken out and became more dangerous than the original great war that had caused all this suffering. And all that was left now was a destroyed planet, inhabited by a dying species.

The water had started to rise, almost unnoticeable. But now it was slowly reaching up to his knees, and that worried Alex. If he got caught in a flood, it’d be over. There were two rivers in this city, if they both left their river beds, he’d be fucked. He needed to get to an elevated position, and that fast. Screw dry, right now he needed safe.

To his dismay, there were no mountains or hills nearby, everything was flat. He would need to enter a house and climb on the roof. He hated houses. They tended to be full of desperate survivors, willing to kill, and he didn’t need that. He didn’t want to spend energy on fighting.

But energy wasted swimming in cold water wouldn’t be much better.

Alex braced himself, pulled his machete from his belt, and kicked in the door of the house that was closest. The wood crashed to the floor inside, followed by a silence that seemed to hold its breath. Inside, it was dark, but with all electricity gone, that wasn’t particularly surprising. On top of that, candles were hard to come by, so even those were not a viable option for most people.

Maybe he was lucky. Maybe nobody lived in this house. Maybe he could stay here, inside, dry. Maybe …

A bone crunched under his boot, and he winced. Human? The bones were small. Child? No. Cat. He had stepped on cat bones. Alex wasn’t sure if that was much better, although he might have thrown up the little food he had eaten the past few days if he had discovered that he had stepped on the remains of a child. Loss of innocence still hurt him in a way he couldn’t explain.

The wooden stairs in front of him smelled like rot, neglect and, to his slight surprise, cat pee. How long had this poor animal been locked in before it had died?

Alex walked up the stairs, carefully placing every step; in case the floor would give in. It didn’t, and he arrived at the top safely. Three open doors lead to three rooms. On the doorstep of one of them sat a teddy bear.

No. No. No no no. Not a child. Please. Not a child. Not today.

Against his better knowledge, he approached the stuffed animal and reached out for it to pick it up when a printer hit him in the back of his head and made him fall over. His vision blurred, as he crashed to the floor, and he could feel one of his teeth being knocked out. The taste of blood filled his mouth and crept up to his nose.

”Did you get him?” Asked the breaking voice of a teenage boy about to grow into a man.

”I think so”, a girl of presumably similar age replied. ”But he’s still moving. Should I hit him again?”

”We can’t take the risk. The last one killed our parents. Take him out.”

Alex couldn’t tell them he wouldn’t hurt them.

The printer took care of his painful thoughts.


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Ma naym is lex
an' law is aff,
anda teh rayn
tu lif is taff.
Teh kat is ded
da ber in payn.
I fier da kidz.
I print ma brayn.

You still have to work on the spelling, lol. Maybe @lemony-cricket can give you some pointers :P

But not bad, not bad :'D

I can't wait to finally get to know the mighty master of bredlik, @lemony-cricket. Please, do not think I'm trying to steal your bredlik posts. This was just a premiere (my very first comment since I got my account few hours ago), and the one in Sheldon's story was a necessary tribute to my little boy. From now on I'll watch and learn. ^^

Please, do not think I'm trying to steal your bredlik posts.

from now on i'll watch and learn.

Nonsense. #bredlik is for all! I don't own them! I am sure @suesa would be happy to see more of them around.

Your form is good but it's a bit difficult to understand what you're saying. I wonder if this is due to the difference in phonetic spelling between our native languages. I think, for example, you were trying to write "tough," but "taff" is not a good approximation. "Tuff" would be much better, or maybe "tahf."

I think that maybe with some practice you could be a real master of the craft!

my naym is trop -
tho hard two get,
my bredliks nice -
my eers stil wet!
to no grate rep
mus i liv up...
I tri once mor -
I dont giv up.

Welcome to Steem! So nice to be seeing new faces around here.

Thanks lemony. About the spelling, I really struggle with how to write it, because the "it's just phonetics" doesn't work at all (then I would use IPA). It's simply an alternative spelling following English spelling, and as English is the most random language concerning this... Let's say it will take some time to learn how to deconstruct words.

Thanks! You too ;-)

I didn't have much time, I wanted to be the first one in posting a comment :P

Beat the other person by 3 minutes, although there was one spam comment before you ^^

Haaaa! Its scary one although very interesting!

Does it end there?

Yep, it ends here. Was only intended to be a short story, although it's always possible that I might re-use the world it plays in. After all, it's based on a story I posted 11 months ago.

Oh I see, you are very at writting stories, I have been following the recent ones you posted couple of weeks or months ago.
You talk much of science but you are good at literature too.

What a grim story and ending, I like it.

I can't believe you succeed to make a story with those 3 words :D

some stopped by an ethics committee

Damn ethics committees...
Ethics committees - ruining everything since the Day 1

"ruining"

And I can make a story out of everything

I LOVE this one, couldn't stop laughing first time I saw it!

That was an unexpected use of a printer. Great story :)

Thanks :)

And I guess the printer was quite... impactful

a very good story and useful for life in humanity and, I really like about war stories that are very dangerous in the occurrence of fractions of humanity, and hope that the country in this world is away from the war because life in the bitter bitterness is felt, and thanks @suesa,have shared an interesting post for the reader.

Hopefully these children are not canibals and have only wanted to defend themselves. This story brings a lot of suspense and intrigue.

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