The cold air chilled my skin as we wondered through the rubble. my feet numb. My breath solidifying in the cold air. Everyday fighting to stay alive. We walk slowly. Searching. In 2030 the Cuban’s hacked into the United States missile control and ordered a US nuke into Moscow. It was only 17 hours after, that the US was a pool of radiation itself. Modified organisms roamed the land infecting those who remained untouched from radiation poisoning. 95% of our world; rendered unusable. An abyss of darkness.
A new Government soon rose up; we called them the Elites. They selected a group of 1,500 individuals to leave earth and live in Frohn. Everyone else was lost to the radiation. The idea was that these individuals would reproduce and eventually return to Earth when the radiation had diminished and it has inhabitable once again. Originally Frohn was designed as an interstellar luxury resort that only the most wealthy citizens could afford. But after the disaster it was clear that Frohn was our only chance for survival.
“We need more Chrono," she said. My radiation gauge is off the charts and without the Chrono we’re sure to die. See, the elites overcompensated for the amount of people that they allowed on Frohn. Within 10 years it was vastly overpopulated. A scientist by the name of Florence Taylor developed a compound called Chrono that protects humans from radiation poisoning. The only problem is that making Chrono is not a simple process and not an inexpensive one. Random people were selected to be shipped back to earth with large amounts of Chrono in an effort to give the less fortunate a chance.
I’ve always been trusted by my fellow non-elites. I was selected as a representative to distribute the Chrono amongst the people. The supply of Chrono was not sufficient for our population. I would have to pick and choose who receive the Chrono and therefore survive. For an elite, this amount of Chrono would last a single person 40 years. As I leave the Chrono delivery point, I stare across the deserted arid wasteland where my community lived some 30 miles West. I turn East.
40 years is a long time to live in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.
