The End of the World

Preword: Inspired by the boizz at thread BB Lore, this is a story in the form of a diary seeking to explain Wayward Pains and some of the BB backstory as well. hope u like it
edit: NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED, after feedback from the community
Chapter 1
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December 29, 2078
My name is Max. 16 years old. Got this diary for Christmas, though its the last Christmas since the World State decreed that it was a waste of resources. Odd gift don't you think? Anyways, might as well make use of it right? So I'm sitting in my room right now. Mum and Dad are sleeping. I can hear the powerful whine of sleek-bodied water jets, military of course, in the distance. Wonder what they could be doing...Ever since the seas rose dramatically in 2076, and the giants launched their first wave of attacks, the whole world has been a battlefield. There is no peace, no silence. Explosions, flashes of light, always. People had to climb to higher ground. Resources became very scarce as the water covered everything. To be honest, I don't know how we're gonna survive. Sooner or later, death comes knocking. Ooops...dinner time Mum's calling. I'll write again at night.
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Its 9:10 pm. Something odd happened over dinner. World State officers rang, told Mum and Dad there was hope yet. Apparently they had some place where we would be safe, where food was guaranteed. The question is why would they wanna help us? But one thing I've learnt- never question the World State. I remember our old neighbours, the Ports. They were told to give up their rations...they put up a fight...never saw them again. The World State said they were away helping make the world a better place. Yeah right. So back to the safe place, apparently an escort would come on Monday, that's tomorrow. Bit of a short notice but eh... As long as it's better than this hell. Meanwhile I'll do my workout then knock off for the night. No other kids I know work out, not anymore. I do it to keep fit, and to look good, for Maddi. But mostly its so that if an emergency comes up, I can defend myself and others if need be. My hands are tired from writing. I'll write tomorrow, about the new place...they called it Wayward something...I couldn't hear...anyways, night.

 

Chapter 2
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December 30, 2078
It's late. We've been dealing with registration papers and all that...parents too tired to read through all of it so just signed them all straight up. Writing this in a small cabin in the new place. Sorry couldn't write in the morning as we were woken up very early (surprisingly early) and told to get on the hovercraft. They also mentioned that our stuff would be no longer necessary (?) but I'm assuming, logically so, that it will be because all will be provided for in the new place and we won't be moving back. Stranger still, the craft's windows were blacked out...maybe previous military usage? The strangest of all...we were blindfolded before we got off...they said we couldn't see the surroundings so we would not be able to tell others about this place as space was limited within. But we had no means of communication in the first place... Something isn't right. The door on our cabin is made of solid steel, I tried opening it to no avail. Also no windows whatsoever, flickering fluorescent lights lining hallways...a deep humming sound nearer to the center of this facility....you won't believe this. I just heard a scream...a very ghastly one...like someone being tortured...I'll be back.
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Mom and Dad didn't wake up...that's strange...it was too inhumane, gut-wrenching to have been missed. Another sound, my stomach growling. I didn't eat the dinner provided, starting to have the shivers about this place. Mum and Dad did though, poor things were fatigued and famished. I'm so hungry it hurts!!! Whatever, what's the harm in trying a bit of this greyish blobby slab of meat...just got back from the toilet...vomited...the meat tastes...horribly wrong....write agai-

 

Yeah, I don’t know what to say to this... I just want to drive boats and blow stuff up *shrug*

 

Maybe add in something about the shrinking factory in wayward?

 

all in due time
what is it like too dark for all of you or something?
wayward is much much darker than you thought...so is battle bay

 

Why are parents sleeping one moment then telling him to eat dinner a few minutes later?

 

It says that his mom is calling him to eat dinner

 

wait am i blind...where?

 

the truck driver was a traitor who was planning to defect from the World State, had enough of transporting oil extracted from humans
the chopper was snagged midair by a colossus giant who dropped it after being shot

 

oh haha sorry yes lets just say Mum woke up
lol i was looking at chapter 2

 

ope sorry grim repair i did try to tone it down lol
is it enough?

 

Chapter 3
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Just woke up, terrible stomach ache. Be right back......took a massive nuclear dump...wait...it's so quiet, Mum and Dad aren't in bed...the door isn't shut though...I slept like a dead man...but now I just feel hungover. Sigh, something's up. Done my pushups...nothing else to do. I wonder what happened during the night, there would have been no struggle if they were taken. But why didn't they take me? Shit. Sounds in the corridor. Hide...under bed...
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Guards came and left. Said something about me being more 'useful' than the other two. I'm assuming that the two are my parents...bastards. What the f*** did the World State do to them? Isn't this supposed to be a sanctuary, not a death camp? Screw it, I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. First let's get the hell out of here. Door still unlocked. Corridor empty. Dim lights...water dripping...humming still going on. Just heard another scream. This time I'm sure. Something dark is happening here...humans are being tortured? Sneaking down the hallway as silently as possible...no cameras at least that's a good thing. The walls are somewhat rusting. Rounded the corner and a wave of sick hit me...staggered...the smell of blood and flesh was unmistakable. Sign on the wall...arrow leading in further. Disassembly. A human cartoon being pulled in four directions. Clamped hand over mouth....resisted urge to vomit. This was sick. So sick. I ran the opposite direction and smashed into a guard. Obviously took him by surprise as he was wide-eyed...about to yell for help. My instinct kicked in...palm slammed into his throat. He choked, slumped against the wall...slid down. I was shaking...breathed in...breathed out...calmed down. Fist clenched. A plan formed. Will write again but for now...this is it.

 

lol derailing from BB to alex rider frickin mma mad moves lol xD