Ulog Day 13,870 - The Dystopian Era

I gathered myself together, each day with his horrible survival dealings,made for my things, a pack full of gadgets. Passing through rubbles of man ruins I cant stop thinking how this could have happened. How did we all slept off this way, was is true it was one Messiah from the sky who took them or the goverment conspiracy theorist were true about alien abduction of man. My minds just won't stop wandering, how did we get here.

I heard me a truck coming at a distance and wave my hands.

"Where you heading to ? ".

" Babel".

"Come in"

Now it get a little bit funny and tricky, babel is a movement by one of the most outspoken of all we leftovers, the name we call ourselves, and is just outskirt of the town, their believe is a mixture of technology, conspiracy theory, wacko-jacko mindset and lastly, all of the above, just think of any crazy group of people and round them up in a box while shaking it, the sound that comes forth is the Babel movement, named after the biblical Tower of Babel.

They so much believe they can find a way out of this by testing and troubleshooting different ideas, i dont know what they will come up with today.

After thirty minutes of driving through a wasteland, we arrived at the place, shouting of all sort can be heard as usual, some singing there usual hallelujah, the meditating budhist, name it, you'll see it all here, a refuge of all refugees, I think something gave them a kind of hope that if they could bring there religious ideas together it may give them a breakthrough. A hope that leads nowhere.

We got off from the car and made to move.
"You're welcome to Babel"

I frowned at her, looking tattered and dusty in a pair of faded jeans.

"Please donate to the leftover children of Africa".

I aint paying into this scam again, the UN and the international bodies have scammed us enough of this Africa poverty alleviation mess, ain't taking in this shit again.

We entered into a large gathering, people from all works of life, Aloinet the leaders of all left over could be heard at a far distnce standing on a platform.

" My fellow leftovers". His voice thick as thunder.

" We have to accept our fate and move forward, information reaching us of the goverment plan to eradicate all men while sending themselves to Mars to start a new life. We must make sure we get there before them or we all die here"
There was murmuring in all quarters of the hall.
True, there are rumours in some quaters to nuke the earth to zero population.

No one knows how he's going to do that. The population and the mass movement, I think the name Babel is getting to live up to its name here.

The next thing was the clang of a bell, loud enough to draw everyone's attention, wearing a more tattered cloth than the lady met before, he's dressed in a robe-like garment.

"People of earth," he announced.
" Listen and listen carefully, this is the end of the world as the scripture has foretold, there is still chance for survival. There is chance to make heaven, now its by the work of your hand and not by faith anymore, believe in God and ye shall be saved"

I stood there wandering who to believe, the prophet or the leader.

"Soonest than you expect" he continued.

"The second rapture will happen, only those who have been bought with the blood of the lamb will go, it might be tomorow"

Everyone was startled at this annoucement.

I brought out my gadget, log unto steemit and typed the last ulog entry of my life : Oct 24, 2056
Ulog 13,870.

My entry into @mariannewest #freewrite,