Life Without Electronic Media
Most of us rely on electronic media, such as video games, computers, TV, and cell phones for information and entertainment. What if all electronic media disappeared? What would we do for entertainment? How would we communicate with our friends and families?
Write a unique story about life without electronic media. What caused these technologies to disappear? What will people do to entertain themselves without these devices? Make your story interesting and unusual so that your audience will want to read every word.
The Fighters of Rome
By: Nicholas T.
The barbed wire painfully stuck from my leg, ripping it out I turned to face the mutated abomination. It's wings ripped it's lizard form from the image of reality to the deepest pages of fiction. The white hot flames leaked from it's slobbering mouth this creature was one of many drak that roamed the remains of northern Europe, though I believe in a place called america-over 200 years ago-they were known, as dragons. I grabbed a grenade from my open bag struggling, my body soaked with blood, sweat, and drack innards. The drack opened it's mouth the fumes glistening across it's blue and orange skin and as the first signs of flame crept from it's throat I pulled the safety pin and threw the grenade pulling a thick piece of scrap metal with, a 17 printed on it, across my battered body! The blood of the drak was poisonous, so I covered my eyes,mouth, and nose as it flooded the air around me smelling like a bath of ammonia. The rain of parts finally over I grabbed my bag wincing at the pain around my ribs, and headed back to the Vatican.
When I had made my way across the toppled buildings and junk I noticed something, it was silent, no draks screeching no obr krysy roaring; it was absolutely quiet. Whip! I ran for my god spared life the lupic shrouding the smog filled sky.I hurried towards the Vatican, for the piercing sound of a lupics shriek can shatter stone. I grabbed at the air as the Vatican stood; a towering symbol of the remains of the once great race of men. The graffiti has piled up since then, our illustrators painting the events since the release of the great virus to the rise of the mutant abominations, to the fall of the U.S. and up until last weeks raid where over 3,000 of us died. The great doors that were recently installed had burns and cracks of an immeasurable number I closed the cold metal behind in fear as the screeching started. The building shaked with the ferocity of the sound, maneuvering the halls with ease after 21 seasons(63 years) since my birth here at Rome. Since the Americans released the computer virus on Hungary during WW3 we had been working on ways to turn it against them. Sadly we released it on the whole world through an abandoned satellite in 2087 devastating the whole of Europe. The virus was supposed to attack the internal hardrive of every computer frying it completely. But, as the virus mutated to do it's job fluently it started causing major permanent blackouts and basically obliterated all traces of electricity, anything that needed electricity became completely worthless. Once the governments in weaker countries started falling apart a new threat arrived. The virus had somehow evolved allowing itself to attack living organisms first small ones like lizards, rats, and birds and then started mutating these species and other species it touched. When it finally crept into humans it saw some of our resentment towards life and caused enzymes in our liver to produce vitamin C on it's own, which would be why I'm 63 years old but look 17(the oldest man in our colony is 198 and looks around 42 years old).
My brow dripped with sweat, my grey eyes glinting in the dim lantern light. The infirmary was shrouded in darkness as Astra one of the medics in our colony tended to my broken ribs with mint paste from the Nordic mountains." Beat yourself up pretty bad haven't you," she whispered her eyes glinting. " Not as bad as last time," I huffed at the pain,"remember nine ribs broken and three fingers." My sandy blonde hair fell across my face and she wiped it away gently with a careful hand. I leaned in for a kiss just as she turned away to grab the gauze, missed my chance again damn-it. Her gentle hands carresed my injuries as she layered the gauze over my chest and fingers. "Bax is waiten for you over at the severni vez, but you better go to you teams bunk and put your gear on first," she said gently but with a slight tinge of urgency. I got up thanking Astra on my way out (damn she looked good tonight) and walked past three bunks until I reached my teams bunk, number 17 hung above the door. It felt good to sit among the sheets of my bed as I pulled my pair of jeans over my briefs and threw on an open vest. Crouching down, grimacing from the pain in my chest, I moved aside a Dungeons & Dragons RPG game box ( one of the main ways we keep good charisma in this hellhole) and reaching behind 3 sets of D&D manuals picked up the photo of my wife Ally and daughter Gwen. "My little angels bless me before the demons,"I said aloud tears piercing my eyes for it pained me to think of their death 17 months ago by the hands of the High Lord before we overtook his tyrannic rage. I kissed the precious photo and placed it back in its hidden corner as I would handle a newborn, finishing off my gear by lacing up my boots and grabbing my sword with 17 tears etched into the blade I headed up to the north tower. Walking up the stairs I sensed something was wrong and then as the tower shuddered and blood curdling shrieks came into earshot I turned around and started sprinting to sound the alarm. We were under attack by a flock of lupics and Cannibals. Also, a side note, we had about 17 minutes to evacuate to the under ground bunker or maybe less as the ceiling crumbled from around me.
End of Part 1
(Also some words are in the Czech language so please refer to google translate if needed)