Jason had gotten away. He didn't know how, he couldn't remember how and he didn't want to know how. He was walking now, down a deserted street, he had left the chaos, he was still, on guard from the Pragichoros but he was really tired.
He was sweaty and looked terrible, he held the brown bag in his hand; miraculously, it hadn't fallen out of his hand even through the chaos. He didn't know when he reached his place but he was extremely happy that he was at the front wooden gate. He took a deep breath before he pushed past the gate and entered.
The brick bungalow house stood waiting for him. The garden it was surrounded by was cooked sith weed, feaces and dead plants. It was as if nature were void in this place. He ignored it all and walked through his front door immediately closing and securing it tightly.
Finally, his legs gave out and he crashed to the ceramic floor in a smelly heap. He took several deep breaths, his lungs were on fire, he had severe pain all over his body but worst of all was his stomach. It was like it wanted to commit murder.
He managed to get up and open the brown bag. What he had risked his life for. Inside was a plate of rice and chicken with a small apple. Immediately, he opened the plate and began to eat like a savage animal until he was full.
After he was done eating, the guilt settled in. Due to the breakdown of law and justice in the world, he had stolen the food from a chef whose two daughters were raped and kidnapped the following day. He should have gone for somebody else but he didn't. Not like it mattered now.
He sank to the floor and he looked up to the ceiling, his eyes filled with hopelessness. He sighed deeply, his blonde hair and grey eyes catching the sunlight coming into the room.
"When did it everything just go wrong?" He muttered.
He shouldn't ask that question. He knew when it all went wrong. He knew very well.
After the Pragichoros conquest started, human tiny defense forces did their best to defend the earth but it was beginning to get hard. The Pragichoros kept on multiplying and becoming stronger, soldiers were dying every single day, and nukes and bombs were becoming fewer. Every nation was in extreme chaos. The United States, Russia, China, Canada, Switzerland, and Nigeria were all in a huge turmoil.
After a lengthy discussion, it was certain that Earth was doomed. There was no saving in. The Pragichoros were too powerful and they couldn't be neutralised. This was a far bigger threat than the world wars. The nations collaborated with one another, looking for the best solution. Humanity could not become extinct.
It was then that a solution was announced and in the hands of a brilliant scientist named Dr. Guilermo Peugeot. The Italian scientist had gone on a spaceship voyage and discovered the deserted planet known as 'Blasmora'. After months of research and exploration, it was discovered that the planet was deserted with no life, inhabitable, oxygenated, and full of resources.
Dr. Guilermo presented the idea to the U.N and after a tense month of deliberation, it was decided. Humanity was going to relocate to Blasmora and live there. Everybody was ecstatic when they heard the news and immediately began to celebrate but it was short-lived. In a shocking twist of events, the government declared that everybody could not be teleported there.
The government had stated that they were going to pick able-bodied men and women to be telerported, teenagers would have to apply, have a written and physical exam and if they were accepted they would receive a letter that would tell them the checkpoint where they were going to be teleported.
Every nation in the world erupted in poverty and fear. This was bad, extremely bad. Sick people and the elderly could not go. They were stuck behind. Even though citizens were not sure if they would be picked. But every citizen knew that the politicians, the celebrities, the V.I. P's were in the clear. Each country descended into protest and anarchy but it was futile.
Jason didnt want to die. He wanted to live through all crises. He was seventeen. He definitely still had a life going on him. He was an orphan so he asnt going to miss his parents who had died when he was just a baby.
He had applied twice but each time he was rejected, he had not received a letter. He had applied for the last time, doing his utmost best in the written and physical textbut in his mind his chances were slim. He didn't think he was going to make it. His life was over. The Pragichoros were more than ever and humans were getting killed every day. They were certainly going to find his place soon enough and kill him.
"Well," Jason spoke bitterly, a grin on his face. "Life was fun while it lasted."
He slowly got up from the floor he was smelly and looked repulsive. He was going to have a bath. He walked to the bathroom opposite his bedroom and went to have his bagh.
Twenty minutes later, he was cone and he got out of the bathroom towelling his head when he stopped abruptly. In front of him was an envelope with the colour blue sitting on his dining table.
'What is this doing here?' He thought.
He got to the table and picked up the envelope. His breath stilled. There was a seal on it. The official seal of the government. Immediately, he tore the envelope open, and inside was a letter.
He removed it and them hebegan to read.
Greetings, Jason Xenophyte.
Due to your achievements in the written and physical exams, it gives me great pleasure to announce that you have been accepted as one of the citizens of this great country to be teleported to Blasmora. You have been picked as one of the future soldiers who will help defend humanity. You have also been accepted to Astreus Academy, a hub where future leaders and warriors will train to protect Blasmora. Your checkpoint is East Hawk centre and please be advised to go with the envelope.
We are honoured to have you on board with us. Congratulations, once again.
Your 's faithfully
The Peugeot Foundation.
Jason read the letter and then sank to the floor cradling the envelope with both hands. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. The emotion in his face said enough. Hecwasnt going to die. He was going to live. And that was all that mattered.
That was what mattered the most.