MORPHING ASHES INTO A PHOENIX. Chapter #6.
CHAPTER 6: PRIZES AND PRICES
A cataclysm was at hand. Food was getting scarce. The prices were skyrocketing. An impounding doom was about to collapse amongst the survivors as mankind was about to lose control to its animal instincts. The economy was going down. People needed to survive.
A man watched from the windows of a collapsed home as two people ran out of a wrecked apartment, stealing bags of money and gold. They stayed in his sight as they wore away their masks taking off.
"So what are your plans, boss?", asked Jamie, coming out of the toilet. "Phew, none of these homes anything not rotten", shutting the fridge after finding fungus grown on the stored chicken.
Jamie walked in his creepy style to the window in his flimsy, greasy jeans. He was a thin, ugly guy with thin hair receding his line as a shiny bird's nest was soon to be made by the borders of his tangled hair. The boss turned around, giving a jaunty flip to his ponytail. He lit his cigar and sat on the shabby sofa.
"Time is running", said Charlie. "It will come soon and we must act, before it finds us lost". "I don't follow", said Jamie in his whacky way. Charles clutched his muscular hands onto the sofa as he got up and went across the room thinking.
His buff forearms told a lot of cunning tales on how he was a murderous runaway. He was a fugitive who had come out as a survivor as the jail had collapsed but luckily his muscular built saved him from his least lucky smallest piece of concrete falling onto him. Fate had a lot ahead for him, so he did not need to go down so easily.
But now, the power was out, food was limited and he soon had to make arrangements to escape the country. "What was it about that little girl yesterday that you heard from the hospital, Jamie?". His deep voice growled in the empty room. "What?", asked Jamie, inattentively. "About that girl. You heard them talking about a reallocation camp". "Yes, yes, the Naraba government was setting up a makeshift alternative in the jungle nearby", said Jamie.
"I guess that is where we are going next", grinned Charles.
The buses arrived. There were too many at sight. Ada was shook for a while but luckily, there were hundreds of camps as long as the eye could see. Regina too had arrived by her side, tired from all the settings as her hands had grown tired.
The first ones had the doctors and health professionals, whom the healers greeted and guided ahead to their huts. The medicines and equipment followed them in the next five buses. Next were brought the many stable injured people who only needed general care. The beds were gotten rid of them for the hospital's needs. Along came their families and relatives who were shown their cottages by the people. The new arrivals...
A cataclysm was at hand. Food was getting scarce. The prices were skyrocketing. An impounding doom was about to collapse amongst the survivors as mankind was about to lose control to its animal instincts. The economy was going down. People needed to survive.
A man watched from the windows of a collapsed home as two people ran out of a wrecked apartment, stealing bags of money and gold. They stayed in his sight as they wore away their masks taking off.
"So what are your plans, boss?", asked Jamie, coming out of the toilet. "Phew, none of these homes anything not rotten", shutting the fridge after finding fungus grown on the stored chicken.
Jamie walked in his creepy style to the window in his flimsy, greasy jeans. He was a thin, ugly guy with thin hair receding his line as a shiny bird's nest was soon to be made by the borders of his tangled hair. The boss turned around, giving a jaunty flip to his ponytail. He lit his cigar and sat on the shabby sofa.
"Time is running", said Charlie. "It will come soon and we must act, before it finds us lost". "I don't follow", said Jamie in his whacky way. Charles clutched his muscular hands onto the sofa as he got up and went across the room thinking.
His buff forearms told a lot of cunning tales on how he was a murderous runaway. He was a fugitive who had come out as a survivor as the jail had collapsed but luckily his muscular built saved him from his least lucky smallest piece of concrete falling onto him. Fate had a lot ahead for him, so he did not need to go down so easily.
But now, the power was out, food was limited and he soon had to make arrangements to escape the country. "What was it about that little girl yesterday that you heard from the hospital, Jamie?". His deep voice growled in the empty room. "What?", asked Jamie, inattentively. "About that girl. You heard them talking about a reallocation camp". "Yes, yes, the Naraba government was setting up a makeshift alternative in the jungle nearby", said Jamie.
"I guess that is where we are going next", grinned Charles.
The buses arrived. There were too many at sight. Ada was shook for a while but luckily, there were hundreds of camps as long as the eye could see. Regina too had arrived by her side, tired from all the settings as her hands had grown tired.
The first ones had the doctors and health professionals, whom the healers greeted and guided ahead to their huts. The medicines and equipment followed them in the next five buses. Next were brought the many stable injured people who only needed general care. The beds were gotten rid of them for the hospital's needs. Along came their families and relatives who were shown their cottages by the people. The new arrivals...