View Full Version : Apocalyptica
12-31-2011, 08:44 PM
Yep, yet another story from the overactive imagination that belongs to Rizzy. Though I actually, TRULY intend to finish this one. Why? Because after a talk with my English teacher, there's the possibility of getting it published if I finish it, and of course almost every novelist and wants their book published.
Getting back to the topic at hand....if there's any questions as to the inspiration or whatnot, ask away.
On with the show.
Phase 0 :: Below
Phase 1 :: (http://naruto.viz.com/forum/showpost.php?p=5802661&postcount=8)
Phase 2 :: (http://naruto.viz.com/forum/showpost.php?p=5803968&postcount=25)
Late into the future of the Earth, a catastrophic event took place; a nuclear war that lead to the worst possible fate; the destruction of the planet. It was called the apocalypse, but due to careful planning and millions of dollars, the lives of many were saved. Most structures and cities of the world now exist below the surface, safe from the deadly radiation and toxic gasses that still linger in the atmosphere some three hundred years later. Few walk the surface, and if they do, they are heavily protected with hazard suits and gasmasks.
The devastation of the planet was caused by a war, one that split the Earth’s counties in half. The Axis consisted of : Germany, Italy, Hungry, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Bolivia, Scandinavia, Romania, North Korea, eastern half of China, Taiwan, Portugal , Columbia, Peru, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Bangladesh , Bolivia, Indonesia, Philippines, Norway, Panama, Singapore, Thailand, Ukraine, Turkey, and Venezuela. The Allies consisted of: Poland, Austria, France, England , Netherlands, Western half of China , Mexico, Brazil, Russia (USSR), Yugoslavia, Scandinavia United States of America, Chad, Egypt, India, Belgium , Czech Republic, Denmark, Finland, Greece, Israel, South Korea , Libya, Malaysia , Pakistan, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Ireland, Vietnam. It was a war where countries relationships with one and other meant nothing; they sided with those who seemed as if they were going to win.
The blast that destroyed the world took place in a German base in the year 2700 when American and Russian soldiers, failed to stop the launch of the nuclear missile. Something when terribly wrong during the launch. The missile, in mid-flight, fell back to the Earth and collided with the base in an explosion that created a ring of scalding hot ash and cloud that circumnavigated the surface, eradicating all in its path.
Earth’s population was drastically reduced; a mere 30,000 people survived as apposed to the billions who once called the planet home. The numbers have increased to 300,000 in the past three hundred years, but the radiation in the atmosphere had its effect on the human reproduction system, especially in women; those lucky enough to be born alive often have issues of mutations.
As the years stretched on, sides began to blame one and other for the start of the first war that led to the planets doom. Before long, a second war had erupted and as if the world didn’t lean its lesson the first time, the use of nuclear weaponry was again used as a threat.
01-01-2012, 10:38 AM
Of course I get on and find that you have yet another story for me to look at. Instead of writing fiction, shouldn't you be working on that history fair project you have due next week. The one you've barley started?
01-01-2012, 10:40 AM
Muasgdhasdasjgdejhfgerj. I forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me, Mother.
01-01-2012, 10:44 AM
I'm simply trying to save your ass. If you fail history for failing to write a paper, you're never going to get into collage...especially since you want to major in literature.
01-01-2012, 10:47 AM
I' working on it, Mother. :roll: Anyway, you opinion on the story would be appreciated.
01-01-2012, 06:02 PM
I like it so far, but Scandinavia is a region...not a country
01-01-2012, 06:03 PM
I'm aware of this. The reason as to why I stated Scandinavia in the list will be revealed in a later chapter.
01-01-2012, 06:05 PM
Fire rained from the sky scorching the raw earth below as a ring of hot, radioactive ash and cloud ravaged the planet’s surface, eradicating everything in its path. When the clouds and debris cleared, the earth was nothing more than a hopeless, barren wasteland. This was the second time this fate had befallen the earth. Then as if every fault like in the world moved at once, the planet began to split, exposing the molten mantel below the thin shell of the crust. Thick clouds, full of radioactive chemicals and other gases nearly eliminated any trace of sunlight; only the massive cracks in the planet gave off any light as ashes fell from the sky. Any remnants of the cause of the explosion were gone, dissolved in the heat when they blew apart.
The pain slowly subsided as Zenzi removed her bloody nails from her head. Her jaw ached from the pressure that had been placed upon it when she gritted her teeth. She shook with fear as she realized what she had seen; a nuclear explosion, one that devastated the planet.
“Had anozer vision, eh?” A black figure filled her sight as he stood in the illuminated doorway; the light bent around him as if trying to see past. He spoke with a heavy German accent.
“And if I did?” Zenzi replied, her accent matching his with perfection.
The figure laughed. “What did you see this time?”
Her head was pounding dully and her heart was racing. She looked at the man with narrow eyes. “Nothing that would jeopardize you in this war. It was simply the outcome if your nuclear project were to have a mishap. So I guess you could say that if would jeopardize you in this war.”
“Nothing is going to jeprordize us winning this war!” The figure exclaimed as something slapped against the metal bars of the cage that held Zenzi. That something, she concluded, was a shoe.
“Then I suggest you drop the nuclear project, or none of you will win the war.” Zenzi said warningly as another shoe slammed into the bars.
“Be quiet!” The figure snapped. “You do not dictate me!”
“That’s funny. I was created to foresee the future and yet when I do, no one is listening.” Zenzi retored. “You all must enjoy the thought of mass destruction of even youselves.”
“I SAID SILENCE!” Another shoe slammed into the bars and the cage rocked, nearly falling on its side. “You will learn to have respect for us.”
“So you say.” Zenzi replied. The cage was suddenly flipped over and she banged her small, blonde head against the bars. Blood escaped from the wound, matting together chucks of silky hair. She stared at the figure through the bars with a glare that would have made most feel as if they were looking into the eyes to a killer. Her icy blue eyes held nothing but boiling hatred for the man that stood before her prison
“You. Will. Learn. Respect.” The man enunciated
Rage boiled inside Zenzi’s small body like a pot of water left on a burner. Unable to bare it any longer, she drew her leg back and kicked at the barred door as hard as she possibly could. It flew open, the lock knocked loose when the cage flipped, and slammed into knee of the man. He howled in pain as Zenzi, not hesitating for even a second, darted from the cage.
Once in the hallway, she was nearly blinded by the light, but she didn’t stop running. Anything, anyone that even attempted to stand between her and the outside world was knocked and shoved to the side. She had been forced to undergo many physical tests, but none of them compared to the struggle she was facing as she ran through the long, seemingly endless halls. She wasn’t the fastest runner and wasn’t exactly the most fit; anyone who spent most of their life locked in a cage meant for some kind of animal wouldn’t be fit. Her bare feet were already sore from slapping the hard tile below them and the spot on the back of her head was throbbing painfully.
“Stop her damn it!” The man yelled as he chased after her. She desperately, oh so desperately, wanted to stop, but the thought of what they might do to her if she was caught kept her moving.
If it weren’t for the countless times she had seen the floor plans of the lab, she would have been lost in seconds. There were three more left turns, two flights of stairs, a right, and another left before she would burst through the front door into the snowy streets of Germany. Her only issue was what to do after that; she had been so caught up in her escape that she didn’t think to create a plan of any kind. For this, she cursed herself.
When she reached the two flights of stairs, several scientists were already waiting for her. In her current situation she had two options, run and hope they didn’t grab her, or fight and risk the chance of defeat. Then, as if to help her, a loud explosion rattled the building. Zenzi lost her balance and stumbled sideways, nearly falling into the wall. Noticing that the scientists before her had done the same, she took the chance and darted up the stairs.
There was another tremendous explosion and again, the blonde staggered sideways. Large metallic chunks of ceiling came tumbling down around her followed by bits of rock and dust from the earthen roof above. Liquids and whatnot had been spilled onto the floor causing the tile below to become slick.
A third explosion shook the lab, but Zenzi was finally to the door. She pushed the heavy iron doors open and darted into the streets. Old masses of buildings, remains from the war of 2700, lined the streets and the debris was hidden by the white snow below. Off in the distance, she could see a line of odd looking vehicles, ones that looked like tanks and other weapons of war. Desperate not to become a apart of the pandemonium, Zenzi made her way down the street.
The air was thick and almost impossible to breathe in. Zenzi struggled to move as the effects of the atmosphere’s gasses took its toll on her lungs; she began to suffocate in the oxygen deprived air. No longer able to move, Zenzi collapsed; her face changing color as the world around her darkened. Not even the hard ground below her could stop the feeling of falling.
01-01-2012, 06:26 PM
Not bad. You tried typing in a German accent didn't you? You forgot to change some of the words back, such as crated, future, and when...
01-01-2012, 06:28 PM
jahgujhrfjklarhngk. Thank you for pointing that out, Aaliya. And yes I was trying to write with a German accent, and it failed, as you can see.
01-01-2012, 06:33 PM
Stupid forum! e.e
I see the word laugh in there. Which should be launch. And somewhere else you have two had's. o.o
01-01-2012, 06:33 PM
e.e Thank you for pointing that out.
01-01-2012, 06:37 PM
Find them? o.o
Yes it was a fail. e.e I hate the forum sometimes.
01-01-2012, 06:38 PM
Find them? o.o
Yes it was a fail. e.e I hate the forum sometimes.
Found them and fixed them.
As do I. I sometimes can't put the post in spoilers with out it screwing up.
01-01-2012, 06:42 PM
I found other misspelled words. >.< Yet I'm not sure if that's because of the German accent. o.o
01-01-2012, 06:44 PM
I found other misspelled words. >.< Yet I'm not sure if that's because of the German accent. o.o
More than likely, I missed a few when I was revising. I think I fixed them though.
01-01-2012, 06:45 PM
Alright I'll stop being a Nazi now. >.< I like it already! ^^
01-01-2012, 06:48 PM
xD I'm a Nazi as well, just I was rushing to get it posted because I had to go somewhere.
I'm glad you like it. :'D
01-01-2012, 06:56 PM
I know you have Phase 2 done. Post it!
01-01-2012, 06:58 PM
I do have Phase 2 done, but I not posting it until I finish Phase 3.
01-01-2012, 07:00 PM
That's why its posted on Deviant Art. :roll:
01-01-2012, 07:01 PM
Why are you complaining? If you wanna read it that badly go read it on Deviant Art!
01-02-2012, 06:14 AM
Whatever. Post it already!
01-02-2012, 06:15 AM
01-02-2012, 06:17 AM
Bright lights stabbed painfully into Zenzi’s eyelids as she came to. The all too familiar icy kiss of a metallic lab table seared against her skin as panic overtook her. Her eyelids darted away from her icy irises and she was greeted by the sight of a dull metallic ceiling panel. Upon moving her body, she discovered that she wasn’t strapped down. If she had been caught by the German scientists who had created her, she would have been strapped down.
Soon realization worked its way into her mind. The cold stinging metal below her wasn’t a lab table, it was a floor. Beside her, protruding from the wall like a thorn was a bed with crumpled sheets. With a bit of strain, Zenzi pushed herself off the ground and stood, wobbling slightly. There was a rocking sensation that filled her entire body, one that made her feel nauseated.
The feeling and thought disappeared as she looked around the room that she now stood in. It was small and bleak, nothing but the bed, a small chair, and a computer terminal; the screen wasn’t displayed between the two bars. The floor, walls, and ceiling were made of bleak metallic panels that reminded her of the bottom of the cage she was kept in.
There was a sliding sound as the small door opened, revealing a slim, tall man with deep brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a white lab coat over a black hazard suit. A black and green gasmask hung around his slim neck. Zenzi tensed as she backed against the wall, ready to jump if she had to.
“It’s good to see you’re awake.” The man replied in a thick Russian accent.
“Who are you?” Zenzi asked demandingly. Her icy eyes locked with his as he stepped into the room.
“My name is Dr. Nikita Nisselovich. I am a Russian scientist working for the Allies. My field of research is chemicals, namely the chemical E7.” The man answered. “My I ask your name?”
“Zenzi.” She replied simply.
“Just Zenzi? No last name?” Dr. Nisselovich asked curiously.
“Sadly, the German scientist didn’t think to give me one.” Zenzi replied. “Now tell me, why am I here?”
“I found you on the streets of Old Berlin. I take it in your escape from the lab; you didn’t think to grab a mask?” The doctor inquired as he flipped a pen between his fingers.
“I didn’t know I would need one.” Zenzi replied in defense. “I’ve never been outside the lab before.”
Dr. Nisselovich chucked. “Calm down, child. I was simply teasing you. I suppose you’re wondering where you are?”
Zenzi nodded in reply.
“You are in an underground Russian lab on the Norwegian and Sweden boarder, run by yours truly.” Dr. Nisselovich replied and pointed to himself. “And no, I will not give you back to the Germans.”
“I could see the question on your face, as well as the fact it’s a typical question. It’s instinct to ask if someone’s going to send you back to where you came from. Or from what I’ve seen in old American movies, I’m talking 2010 movies here.”
“I see.” Zenzi replied with uncertainty.
Dr. Nisselovich looked at her with his deep brown eyes. “I’m sure you’re stressed and tired. This is your room from now on. Feel free to roam around the lab here; just don’t open any doors that say biohazard.”
“I-I can’t read…” Zenzi said suddenly, her voice small. Her eyes shifted to the floor as her face flushed with embarrassment.
“The doors will have large orange stickers with a symbol on it. Most of the doors are locked anyway, but just incase one isn’t.” Dr. Nisselovich said in a reassuring tone. “I’ve got work to get to, if you need anything, I’ll be in Room L6. It’s upstairs, sixth door on the left.” With that, the Russian doctor turned and left the room.
Zenzi, unaccustomed to the freedoms she was given, did not waste the opportunity. She stepped into the hallway, her soft feet padding along the metallic floor. Not knowing where to start, she simply began looking in windows. She was glad to see none of the rooms so far held anything that resembled the lab room she was experimented on back in the German base. The rooms were full of boxes and crates, most likely storage.
People in lab coats hurried through the halls, their Russian speaking sounded like a mass of gibberish to her ears. Thinking it better if she didn’t get in the middle of the congestion, Zenzi continued walking until she reached a dead end and was forced to turn down another hallway.
This lead to the hallway where her room was; she had walked in a massive circle. Without the desire to see her surroundings any longer, she ambled towards her room and collapsed onto the thin metal bed. A familiar feeling began to over take her body; pain and heat. She began to sweat profusely as immense pain seemed to shatter her skull. Her eyelids closed tightly over her eyes as images and voices echoed through her thoughts.
Dimitri is the key.
The image of a slim brown haired boy, one who looked much like Dr. Nikita Nisselovich, filled her mind.
As is Zenzi. Her ability…it’s far too dangerous for either side, but…if we kill Zenzi, Dimitri won’t cooperate. If Dimitri doesn’t cooperate and we can’t kill Zenzi, the Allies will come looking for them, and we cannot withstand an attack. You will do this…reprogram the chip in Zenzi’s mind. Have her persuade Dimitri to cooperate…then kill the both of them.
Another image, rather a movie, played behind her eyelids.. Zenzi was pressed against a boy, their lips locked together. Her eyes were emotionless, empty. She slowly lifted her hand to the middle of his back. A silver blade gleamed in the little light the room held.
I love you. The boy said suddenly pulling back.
Zenzi froze. Her eyes were suddenly full of pain and shock. She bit into her lower lip. Please don’t say that. She replied. It’s hardly appropriate, especially since I might do something crazy, like believe you.
There was a clatter as the knife fell to the floor. Zenzi buried her face in the boy’s shoulder, her small hands gripping his arms tightly
Zenzi failed. That bastard Dimitri! I want him dead and I want him dead by midnight, or your fate will be the same.
01-02-2012, 06:22 AM
Where did the inspiration for this come from anyway?
01-02-2012, 06:25 AM
Well, just partially from Black Ops and other stories I've written along these lines.
01-02-2012, 10:24 AM
Nice. Now post the next Phase goddamn it!
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