Apocalypse Aversion Ch. 0

My name is Paige. I  have what I think are standard features of a female my age in the year 2201. Straight brown hair that reaches to the small of my back, a soft face that exudes complacency and lips that seem to be always pursed in thought. My fri… former associates have told me that my eyes seem unusually sharp, as if looking at something far in the distance all the time, but that was reflected in almost all of us. Even more so in me than every before I’m sure.

We were born into a time of turmoil, where there was only one country that ruled the entire world. At least, what was left of the world. The United Nations in the year 2109 had used their political power to set off the self destruction of the United Countries of the Americas annihilating the giant commerce giant with internal nuclear detonation, plunging the entire world into a state of financial collapse and chaos.

Anarchy reigned for decades. The United Nations broke apart. The world burned itself to ashes. Humanity destroying itself in it’s global plight to survive the collapse of the economic bubble.

And then in 2160 a seemingly immortal man came into the world spotlight.
To all of the surviving humans, he was their savior.

He preached that the world would be saved, as long as the humans from the United Countries of the Americas were completely eradicated from the face of the Earth.

An absurd speech, one that, several decades ago, would have been dismissed as terrifying, immoral, and above all a second coming of the worse genocide ever to happen in history during the second World War.

And yet, people believed him, because there was something, for once, to believe in.
The people of the UCA, as fractured as they were, still managed to hold onto their commercial prowess. The small cities unaffected by the war continued to function despite there being no central government.

These small cities became hubs, the lifelines that sustained the UCA and brought back some sense of civility into the chaos that was the world around them.

And so, because they were humans, the other people of the world felt resentment once again towards this loose connection of what could be known as city states. The new religion compounded their hatred towards these people and the “truth” that they wanted to hear pushed them to form the modern day Crusade in the year 2162 against the “heathens” of the UCA.

In the year 2163, the 8th crusade known in history, although to be precise the first of this religion, was launched against the UCA.

In 2164 the entirety of the United Countries of the Americas had been subdued and confined into slave camps where they labored until death. They were born, raised, worked, and killed in captivity like cattle. Few lived past the age of twenty, and those that were ended up being sent to the south pole for human research purposes.

In 2200 we founded the resistance against these conditions. To free the last couple thousand former UCA citizens from the yoke of oppression and homicide.

In 2201 we tasted despair… this is our story.

Read carefully. Believe nothing. Trust nobody.

The Darkness is falling.

8/1 Update


BakaKuma has been suffering due to the high humidity and heat these past two days…

Will think about installing an A/C unit soon to increase motivation to post stories.

BakaKuma definitely will have another story up by tomorrow night. Hawaii Time of course 😉

Mahalo for your understanding. @_@

Apocalypse Aversion (Pilot Prologue)

“Paige…” the voice said from somewhere far away.

Five more minutes I thought to myself as I rolled over in my bed.


Who’s yelling so loudly. It’s too early to wake up.

“Paige we have to go! Now!” insisted the voice quite firmly this time, arms shaking me awake.

“What do you want,” I yawned lethargically still in my blue and white stripped pajamas. I began to crack open my eyes to my small 6×6 room filled with nothing but bare necessities. Oddly enough there did not seem to be any lights on…

“The Darkness is coming,” the voice said, all the while seeming to recede into shadows of the room.

Who’s speaking… There should not be anyone in this room… It’s isolated.

“Paige… it’s coming… It’s coming… for you…” it whispered quietly, “Wake up…”

The hairs on my neck stood up at those last words. Who was that… what was that and what is this Darkness?

Numbly I began to put my bunny slippers on and walked to the door afraid to see what was on the other side.

Slowly I opened it a crack and dim moonlight shined through.

Nothing abnormal… Maybe it was just my-

Screams began to fill my ears as rolling clouds sluggishly moved upon my suburb.

“What’s going on?” I tensely asked myself as I pulled the door open in a jerking motion to view the abnormality before me.

The clouds themselves were quiet but enormous. The entire horizon covered by them so much so that the moon’s light was becoming threatened by its presence. It looked like a fog cloud rolling in but much more opaque and blacker than the night sky, its wispy tendrils snaking throughout the streets. What froze me, however, was that when it touched something living… something… human it wrapped around the victims body until nothing could be seen. What could be heard was a different story.

Muffled screams. Then gurgles. Then a sound of flesh hitting the ground loosely. Then nothing.

No no no no no NO! NO!

I didn’t want to believe what was happening. It’s a nightmare, it’s fake, it’s not real… Or is it…? What if it is? I should run… I need to run! RUN!!!

Before I knew it I was on the outskirts of town fleeing as fast as I could away from what I could only describe as death.

Tree branches cut my face leaving red lines across my cheeks. Thorns caught on my pajamas caused small holes to form everywhere. My poor bunny slippers became brown from the moist soil beneath my feet.

How long I ran I don’t know… one thing I do know… is that The Darkness is coming.

I once took a look back at it, and it seemed to be catching up to me despite it’s former slow speed. It also seemed to be angry… why would it be angry? What have I done against the forces of nature? I’m innocent!

Hours must have passed until I reached the highway where a horse drawn carriage seems to have fallen on its side, the horse no where to be found. I can hear the people inside groaning, so it must have been recent, but I have no time to help them.

I have to flee. I have to run. I have to get away. I run past the wreck.

Paaiiigggeee… Help ussss….

The hairs on my neck raise once more as I take a brief peek behind me. Hands are creeping out from the wrecked carriage door and voices… voices are calling for me. Calling me by name.

Paiiiigggeee…. this is your fault…. YOUR FAULT!!!

The voices seem to grow louder as I increase my speed. The howls of damnation echoing in my ears for seconds before being swallowed by the Darkness.

I’m innocent… I’ve done nothing wrong!



Darkness sweeps my vision…


“Paige,” a hand gently shakes my shoulder, “Wake up… it’s time to go.”

I brush off the hand as my awareness comes to me in an instant, my eyes snapping open to the boring wooden ceiling that has become my home for the past couple years. My name is Paige.

“Let’s go Lieutenant,” I say as I sit up in my rudimentary bed and jump out of bed.

“Yes Ma’am,” said the man who woke me coming to a crisp salute.

“The Holocaust won’t stop itself, get everyone ready for the attack,” I order as I open the door to the Command Room adjacent to my quarters. Five men come to attention immediately after my entrance.

“Yes Ma’am,” they respond with much vigor.

And there… behind all five of them… are the words that play in the shadows… The Darkness is Coming…















BakaKuma’s note: Please let me know if you’d like me to continue with this story 🙂 I have many other works I would like to begin but if this one is interesting enough to everyone or anyone I’ll flesh it out and revise the prologue and complete the rest of the story for it 🙂

Mahalo for your patronage to this humble bear’s blog *bows*

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