2045. Malaysia.
This place is becoming the devil’s
playground. People kill each others to get the clean air. People steps on the
others head to get water, food. Devils laugh at the human as the human slowly
becoming like them. Eyes turn red, everybody is having devil’s like mask on
their face. To breath. The masks hides their feeling, hide their identity.
Making them not shame and do everything that they want.
Fear of
light. It destroys everything. Almost everyone can see, at that time, one small
line of light on the sky. Shiny. Not long after it passed by, everything is
gone. Disaster. Asteroid, Alien invasion, American missile, and many theories
are said. The debate of the reason is quickly disappeared as the resources are
depleted. Lack of clean water, the air condition that is deteriorates day after
day. Everyone only thinking about survive. Devils play their role, whispering
the bad ways to live.
Everything
is in ruins. There’s no building, apart from the ruins, covered by ashes,
molds. People living under the ground, in small hole that they dug by
themselves, covered by the destroyed doors. Living like a mole. Sleep in
daytime, go out in night to get the living supply, water and food. Becoming
scavenges, eaten of rotten food. Becoming cannibals. Waiting for a hope that
will never arriving.
19/3/2013
Mut's collection of short stories
Devil's Place competition
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