Deadfall: Survivors Read Online Free
Author: Richard Flunker
It clearly fed off the sunlight, but nowhere nearly as efficiently as plants do. All their tests had shown though that this new creature from outer space wasn’t interacting with anything else here on earth, different DNA structure or some scientific jargon of sort. Also, it was dying off.
This was the whole mess with the world at the time. It had been a complete rollercoaster of emotions lately. We were going to die, we were not going to die, we might die, we probably wouldn’t die. One day the news bands were saying life as usual, the next, that life would end soon.
So it went like this. A few days later, the green stuff began clearing up; great news th at day. Next day, the TV informed us that the government smart people had discovered that the green stuff was no longer green, and was actually floating down from the sky. I really wish I had purchased stock in whatever company made those little white masks people put on their face when they think there is an outbreak of something. Those went in a hurry. Of course, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything with the money.
So the stuff was among us now. The entire world was breathing in this new critter from outer space. People were locking themselves up in their homes, in caves, or in subway tunnels. Once again, there was this overwhelming sense of panic about to explode, but nothing clear was happening. No one was falling over dead from the stuff, despite the absolutely terrible news that the little white masks did nothing to stop the green things from getting inside us, and that unless you lived in a completely environmentally sealed glass ball, it was getting in there, too.
The whole world was uncertain. People weren’t going to work, kids weren’t going to school, and everything was coming to a standstill, yet not falling completely apart.
My dad and I stayed up at our mountain hideout. We had already planned to stay up there for some time, so our plans didn’t change much.
Within days, the government, our president, and plenty of other smart (or at least smart looking) people began to tell us to get on with life. Apparently, this new thing was going to be a part of earth’s biology, and that everything we could see showed us that it did nothing to us and certainly wasn’t harming or killing us.
And so, because there was no immediate danger, because your neighbor wasn’t puking blood, or your co-worker wasn’t dying sweating and screaming in his bed with a high fever, people went on with their lives.
At the end of the two weeks, I went back into town to my apartment. There were still a few weeks till school began (everything had been pushed back due to the excitement) , so I cleaned up, began to get my lesson plans in order and, as everyone else was, began going back to life as normal.
Life as normal.
My hands are completely cramped up and I refuse to write anymore today. I do believe I will stay here at the Inn one more day though. I’d rather have a nice table to write on with as much I need to tell tomorrow.
Notes: For more information on the events leading up to Deadfall, please read Volume 1 of these series.
Evans Notes: You know what the funny thing is? I honestly do not remember these events as well as Brian does. I was too busy in school and hitting on girls. I had never been the kind of guy to follow the news, and really only got into it when the rest of the world started to panic, just a few weeks before the rockets went up.
I also find it a bit amusing that Brian only hints at the vault and what it actually entails. He wasn’t writing to anyone in specific, yet he hides so many details.
Entry 4 [4]
I woke up really early this morning, just a bit before dawn. Something was rustling outside the balcony. Maybe it was the bear. I hope it was the bear. I never would have said something like that just a few years ago. In any case, I saw that the sky was clear, and I opted against staying for one more day here. I
This was the whole mess with the world at the time. It had been a complete rollercoaster of emotions lately. We were going to die, we were not going to die, we might die, we probably wouldn’t die. One day the news bands were saying life as usual, the next, that life would end soon.
So it went like this. A few days later, the green stuff began clearing up; great news th at day. Next day, the TV informed us that the government smart people had discovered that the green stuff was no longer green, and was actually floating down from the sky. I really wish I had purchased stock in whatever company made those little white masks people put on their face when they think there is an outbreak of something. Those went in a hurry. Of course, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything with the money.
So the stuff was among us now. The entire world was breathing in this new critter from outer space. People were locking themselves up in their homes, in caves, or in subway tunnels. Once again, there was this overwhelming sense of panic about to explode, but nothing clear was happening. No one was falling over dead from the stuff, despite the absolutely terrible news that the little white masks did nothing to stop the green things from getting inside us, and that unless you lived in a completely environmentally sealed glass ball, it was getting in there, too.
The whole world was uncertain. People weren’t going to work, kids weren’t going to school, and everything was coming to a standstill, yet not falling completely apart.
My dad and I stayed up at our mountain hideout. We had already planned to stay up there for some time, so our plans didn’t change much.
Within days, the government, our president, and plenty of other smart (or at least smart looking) people began to tell us to get on with life. Apparently, this new thing was going to be a part of earth’s biology, and that everything we could see showed us that it did nothing to us and certainly wasn’t harming or killing us.
And so, because there was no immediate danger, because your neighbor wasn’t puking blood, or your co-worker wasn’t dying sweating and screaming in his bed with a high fever, people went on with their lives.
At the end of the two weeks, I went back into town to my apartment. There were still a few weeks till school began (everything had been pushed back due to the excitement) , so I cleaned up, began to get my lesson plans in order and, as everyone else was, began going back to life as normal.
Life as normal.
My hands are completely cramped up and I refuse to write anymore today. I do believe I will stay here at the Inn one more day though. I’d rather have a nice table to write on with as much I need to tell tomorrow.
Notes: For more information on the events leading up to Deadfall, please read Volume 1 of these series.
Evans Notes: You know what the funny thing is? I honestly do not remember these events as well as Brian does. I was too busy in school and hitting on girls. I had never been the kind of guy to follow the news, and really only got into it when the rest of the world started to panic, just a few weeks before the rockets went up.
I also find it a bit amusing that Brian only hints at the vault and what it actually entails. He wasn’t writing to anyone in specific, yet he hides so many details.
Entry 4 [4]
I woke up really early this morning, just a bit before dawn. Something was rustling outside the balcony. Maybe it was the bear. I hope it was the bear. I never would have said something like that just a few years ago. In any case, I saw that the sky was clear, and I opted against staying for one more day here. I
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