The Survivors.

Hi, I've never done this before, so feedback and criticism is wanted and appreciated. Any sort of positive feedback and I will continue this. Enjoy!

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On the 21st September 2019, all 208 countries in the world turned on one another. Two years later, on the 23rd November 2021, 4 countries remained, stopped fighting and joined together in unity.

The countries formerly known as United States of America, England, Nigeria and China made a truce and acted quickly to reproduce the world as it once was. The large population of China and USA aided the plan as people were given houses and theoretically a new life. An intelligent, powerful man or woman was assigned a country, and were put in charge of their respective country, with the responsibilities of retaining a crime-free, sustainable economically developed country. Those who failed to meet their expectations were not murdered, imprisoned or tortured, unlike the 'olden days', just removed from their role and assigned a house and a job.

3 months in and everything was going to plan. The NWL (New World Leaders, a group made up of Barack Obama, Steven Hawkings and 18 other intelligent people, who were the highest role of power) were pleased with progress and ecstatic about potential. They knew that they had built a new world, formed by the only survivors of World War 3.

The only survivors they knew about, that is.

 

I came back from the dead, actually, Royale.

And when I update, it will be much longer, thank-you for pointing that out.

 

Sorry if too long or failed BB Codes. Enjoy. Criticism and feedback wanted.

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23rd November 2021

3:41PM

"Do you read me Alpha-England? This is Ecrof Squad 3 requesting emergency rescue. I repeat, this is Ecrof Squad 3 requesting emergency rescue!"
"Anything?"
"No response"
"Try again!"
"Do you read me Alpha-England? This is Ecrof Squad 3 requesting emergency rescue. I repeat, this is Ecrof Squad 3 requesting emergency rescue!"
"Forget it"

4:48PM

'All units, truce has been confirmed, return to base'
"Alpha-England! ALPHA-ENGLAND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE DO YOU READ ME?"

Paolo jolted up from his nightmare, his eyes bulging, sweat dripping from his forehead.

The morning heat pierced through Paolo's battered and bruised skin. The sand rubbed into his several cuts and scratches, causing them to scream in agony when Paolo stood up and rested against the rock they had used for 'shelter'. He rubbed his sand-filled eyes and looked in front of him and groaned. All he could see for miles was sand, left, right and centre.

"You look a state" croaked a tired voice behind Paolo. It was Isaac, the pilot of the plane that crashed on the day that caused him nightmares for the last 4 months.
"You don't look too pretty yourself"
Isaac chuckled "Lost my beauty long ago"
"We need to get moving if we are to find water"
"Wake the poor souls up then".
Isaac and Paolo slowly awoke the 5 other soldiers that were with them, having lost one to a forest fire two months ago.

After the 7 of them ate breakfast consisting of rotten meat and a small spoon of water, they headed off into the large stretch of sand.

10 minutes passed before Alf, Paolo’s good friend, shouted “It’s been 4, god-damn months and we haven’t spoken a word about the possibility that our own country has turned on us”.
“Shut up, Alf” Paolo replied bitterly. He was right, however, not a word was spoken, yet everyone was thinking about it.

“If you two ladies are done babbling, we need to speed up” Isaac proclaimed
“Why? Can you see any form of land that isn’t covered by sand?” shouted Hemang, the only coloured person in the group
“Erm, guys” stuttered Cole, the quiet one of the group. In unison, everyone glared at Cole who merely looked at the floor and pointed to his left, his stick-like arm shaking like crazy, how did this guy get in the army? Paolo thought as he rotated his head to the left, neck groaning in protest, when he saw it, the figures of two people running towards them.

“What the f…” Isaac was cut off by Paolo screaming at his group to draw their weapons, while drawing his M-X429 Pistol with LaserEye Scope system. The two figures stopped in their tracks, jerked their hands up in surrender and slowly edged their way towards the group.

“We’re sorry, we need food, we need water, we need…” the man who was walking to them started crawling, his thick Canadian accent made Paolo order the group to ‘stand down’. “Canadian?” Paolo asked, pistol still aimed, with a hint of caution. “Yes. Yes! Thank Christ! I thought we’d never find the new world! This is a bit of a weird-looking new world, where is…
“Shut your mouth and listen” Paolo aggressively continued “We’re looking for the damn ‘New World’ too.”
“But your English” stated the other man
“Would you like a medal detective? Our plane crashed on the day of the truce and we tried to contact base but they wouldn’t come for us”
“What a sad story” the first man had now got up and put out his hand “I’m Campo and that’s Junior” Paolo shook it, feeling the pain as the sand on both men’s arms rubbed together. “We’re the survivors of Ecfrof Squad 3, Isaac, Alf, Hemang, Cole, Wayne and Carlo, I’m Paolo”

Paolo’s group gave Campo and Junior some food and water before they set off again. As they were about to leave they heard a scream of “GUYS! I FOUND LAND!” Paolo dropped his stuff and sprinted over to Wayne, who was at the top of a miniature sand mountain. He was right, there was a grass covered mountain with mouth-watering waterfalls visible from not so far away. Before Paolo could think or speak, he sped off at full throttle, adrenalin kicking in, towards the land. He could taste the fresh water; feel the cool grass against his skin. For the last 4 months he’d been knackered every day, barely able to move, but the incentive before his eyes made his legs move faster than they’ve ever moved before. He was almost there, the grass was so close, the mountain came into view, Paolo’s afterburners came on, he sprinted faster and faster, he looked up and saw a figure coming to help, he screamed at the top of his voice “HELP!” he was about to jump onto the rock and start climbing, when he felt a piercing through his thigh.

The figure had shot him.