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A science fiction
By Georgina Acosta
Dedication
This is a dedication to each of the people who are going through difficult times and do not know how to face them and do not know how to face them and we know not to evade and face them, acknowledge mistakes and not get carried away by anyone, there is no monarchy, no human there is no better or more similar human, The time of slavery ended but some minds do not remember and remain in the past.
Recognize that the species endowed with intelligence is the most cruel, that only thinks of itself regardless of the others who share this land with them, this is the real world and the past that once criticized is only accepted and longed for. always and karma will come for each of us our children. Let us recognize that we are all the same and help each other if you go through a bad time go with professional help they will not turn their backs on you.


May,2nd 2024
CHAPTER 1
ALONE

Dear Diary
today is February 14
 
I already lost count of the last time I saw the sun and felt its heat on my skin.

There was a nuclear explosion, the reason for war between the USA and a Mediterranean country, the power and toxicity was so great that it made the air not pure again, there was fire everywhere and cremated bodies of all ages, elderly, adults, children, it was something difficult to swallow and not to mention the radioactive rains the last people who survived died because of the water it is sad to see something that used to have color now turned gray without warning.


I really don't know if there are survivors in the world. I have always been preparing the radio with the hope of hearing a voice again so as not to fall into madness; I only know that I exist and a little squirrel that he named Bobby and a jacket from my mother that I talk to and think of her, it's just us, my family had a bunker but unfortunately they did not arrive, they were in different places, they did not survive alone I stay ...
I miss my parents, my mother preparing the only dessert she tastes but never boring.
My father had the same radio station where he listened to songs from his youth.
Rachell my applied older sister and lover of horses and Tomas my little boy in which he said he wanted to be an astronaut something almost impossible are vague memories that do not leave my mind if I had not fought with my parents that day would have been the last goodbye and me I like to imagine that the last hug. I feel so alone that in a matter of not thinking about living anymore.

The food ran out and I didn't know what to do, there was no food, I would have to look elsewhere for food, it would be that I would die of hunger, I could not allow it, I put that thought aside and I focused on knitting and preparing more clothes since it was cold, but I was still depressed I talked to mom.

-all my dreams are gone mom
-Why don't you come back? please I need you
Sorry for not telling you that I loved you, sorry for hating you I hate myself for that
-Come back and tell me that you love me
Another day and I'm still here I turned on the lights if you wonder I have lights thanks to wind energy, interesting right?

My father said it would help and he was right, wise as always.

I decided to look for food because the harvest was not good for me, I had to look for what had grown there and I knew it was dangerous but it was not that I wanted to live my punishment was to live with guilt embedded in my heart.
I walked with my tedious gas mask but protected myself from any danger, singing in my basket I only had a carrot and a zucchini until I heard a sound I thought it was my conscience and the bill of these 2 years alone but that feeling that something was back until an adrenaline rush started in me I ran with all my might without looking back it could be true or a lie but at 24 years old I was not going to be a fool and I was going to take precautions I went back to the bunker and closed the door and took shelter .

Bruises continue to appear on my body it hurts the truth I'm still alone sometimes my name is forgotten there is only a memory of my past and all the conflicts that I have lived since that day of the attack as a fight between two countries destroyed the most powerful race according to loneliness kills themselves and depression is my blanket the truth I still hope to be happy again I still have faith.

I forgot to count the days, they are still gray and blue, my heart is blue, the truth is that I would do if there were only 5 more minutes of air left, I would give up, I will never find out, everything was destroyed, mother gaia is charging a bill for everything they did to her They saw her being born, she gave us love and we destroyed her, we undressed her being, without any remorse, human beings are small but our pride makes us feel God forgot love and those values that they taught us in our class always said but nobody is 100% good or bad we are tenuous and that many do not want to accept.

The sun's rays touched my cheeks when I looked up I saw a magnificent golden hour like that of my childhood, wao is incredible I decided to go out for a while to see if I could get out, near the bunker there is a neglected ticket but it is what reminds me of myself humanity
Another day and I'm still here I turned on the lights if you wonder I have lights thanks to wind energy, interesting right?

My father said it would help and he was right, wise as always.

I decided to look for food because the harvest was not good for me, I had to look for what had grown there and I knew it was dangerous but it was not that I wanted to live my punishment was to live with guilt embedded in my heart.
I walked with my tedious gas mask but protected myself from any danger, singing in my basket I only had a carrot and a zucchini until I heard a sound I thought it was my conscience and the bill of these 2 years alone but that feeling that something was back until an adrenaline rush started in me I ran with all my might without looking back it could be true or a lie but at 24 years old I was not going to be a fool and I was going to take precautions I went back to the bunker and closed the door and took shelter .

Bruises continue to appear on my body it hurts the truth I'm still alone sometimes my name is forgotten there is only a memory of my past and all the conflicts that I have lived since that day of the attack as a fight between two countries destroyed the most powerful race according to loneliness kills themselves and depression is my blanket the truth I still hope to be happy again I still have faith.

I forgot to count the days, they are still gray and blue, my heart is blue, the truth is that I would do if there were only 5 more minutes of air left, I would give up, I will never find out, everything was destroyed, mother gaia is charging a bill for everything they did to her They saw her being born, she gave us love and we destroyed her, we undressed her being, without any remorse, human beings are small but our pride makes us feel God forgot love and those values that they taught us in our class always said but nobody is 100% good or bad we are tenuous and that many do not want to accept.

The sun's rays touched my cheeks when I looked up I saw a magnificent golden hour like that of my childhood, wao is incredible I decided to go out for a while to see if I could get out, near the bunker there is a neglected ticket but it is what reminds me of myself humanity
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