Ark: Object of Extinction

Chapter One: Liftoff

3078 AD. Humanity has advanced in the last millennia. Guns are a thing of the past. Countries rely on the brute destruction of nuclear bombs to crush their enemies. Only seven countries survived a little incident the government likes to call, The Purge. The Purge took place in 2045. On April 14th 2045(now Arnu 7th 2045) The USA and The UK(now TUR, The United Republic) teamed up, and created over 200 nuclear missiles. (Only 25 of which actually detonated correctly) The United Republic then launched the nuclear missiles across Africa, South America, Asia, and Australia. Seventy five percent of Europe was wrecked by earthquakes originating from the nuclear bombs impact. Not long after that, TUR gained control over the last seven countries, Russia, The USA, The UK, Germany, The remains of Western Australia, Egypt, and Canada. Which then brings us to present day Britain, Arnu 7th, 3078. The 1033 anniversary of The Purge, and according to TUR’s scientists, the end of the world.

A thick fog hung in the air. It felt as if I was underwater, nearly choking me. Nevertheless I stood alongside my fellow officers. The civilians stood right beside the platform that we stood on. Which made their screaming and hollering a lot harder to drown out. “Next.” The announcer called. The line shuffled forward. The officer behind me looked to the side, a long row of white pods sat there, waiting to be launched. “You really believe they’re going to let us on these?” He asked. “They seem to be letting the ones ahead of us in, so there’s a fifty percent chance we’ll get in. Hopefully.” I replied. “Next.” The announcer called again. The line moved forward. A hissing sound arose. Followed by a loud bang. More smoke shot around us. “I swear I just saw another civilian drop dead in that crowd.” The officer behind me commented. “Better them then us.” I said. “You don’t really believe that, do you?” The officer asked. I shrugged. I heard the officer sigh. “I’m Ethan, by the way.” The officer said. “Percival.” I replied. “Next.” The announcer said. It was our turn now. I stepped into the waiting pod, and sat in a chair. Ethan walked in. He sat down across from me. Now that he wasn’t behind me, I got a better look at him. He was young, probably still a cadet. He had curly brown hair, bright green eyes and the official blue TUR uniform. Four other officers climbed in, and sat down. The pod door hissed closed. The automated voice started counting down, “LIFT OFF IN FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE…”

Extinction filter, ABC order.(Excluding Achatina and Allosaurus.)

By MGG