Set after a few weeks of Puro and Colin's departure from the Thunder Science Corporation building, the story follows a survivor of the Pale Virus and the events that followed the Pale Virus within the next 5 years. What should have been a regular sc...
The staple, prized, and most unfortunate type of bird in the world. Through a unorthodox way of Darwinism, it had became bred purely to satiate Man's never-ending appetite. Dying in the millions in whitewashed, faceless, slaughterhouses, pumped with growth hormones for higher meat yield. Cut up in various shapes and forms and placed in supermarkets worldwide to be cooked in all types of ways. Fried being one of the most popular forms. Out of all the fried chicken products, all you thought of was a chicken burger. You've long seen forgotten the taste and smell of it but you thinking about it just made you feel both hungry and sad.
You thought of that as you honked the UTV horn to scare away a few freed chickens as they crossed the road, judging by the faded yellow tags on their legs. Surprising, considering that chickens who had been sheltered all their lives would still manage to survive in this part of the woods. Kind of stupid that those animal activists had to release ALL the animals in the breeding houses and farmsteads in the countryside while everything else was going straight down. It added to the chaos, their corpses within the first few weeks seen everywhere across the city and the countryside, perpetrated by wild animals, the surroundings, starvation and desperate survivors. But, end of the day, nature triumphs, humanity or not.
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Reaching one of the main roads, you turned a left and drove off towards the highway that goes off to the city a short way away. Unlike most of the path, this road had some clumps of stubborn grass growing from the cracks with varying sizes of 'Leaf puddles' as far along the road as you could see. Even a few young saplings were growing from the. You drove on forward. Occasionally, you'd pass by a few abandoned cars left behind by their owners a few years ago. You'd already taken whatever items these cars had, which explained why all the cars had their tyres missing. It's not like the owners would be coming back for them. Look, their windshields have dust covering them and a poison ivy had grown all over one.
Bit creepy though. Come to think of it.
The forest sidelines were a blur to you as you kept driving on, the road sloping downwards slightly before driving over a short, overgrown bridge. It'll hold on, despite the large cracks in the asphalt criss-crossing the extent of the bridge. Knowing this path, it'll be a few minutes before you reached the highway. Enough time for muscle memory to drive towards the highway.
As you drove, feeling the occasional bumps every now and then, listening towards the creaking and the bumps of the open-top cart, your mind wandered off towards daydreaming, which in itself lead to a distant memory
College. The 3rd chapter for everyone's educational journey. Without college, any regular Joe would be dead in the water in society, no hope of getting the dreams, jobs or skills needed to function and be a part of society. People from all walks of life, rich, poor, hopefuls, smart, jocks, psychopaths, meeks, the politically inclined and rougher students, all came towards colleges. Another stepping stone towards improving their skills for the real world, whether the diplomas and degrees helped them entirely or not.
