Fiction: Group 4
As the quarrel was turning into a fierce and intense fight, I tried to interfere.
“Excuse me, would anyone of you…”
The tall man punched the other man on the face brutally, without mercy. But what frightened me most,
was that his fist passed through my body.
All the puzzles and bewilderment in my brain started to unravel. The people never responded to me because
they could not see me. To them, I was invisible, unreachable, and did not exist.
“Chen, Li, stop this!” The young girl I met earlier stood up and said.
“Lin, stay out of this. I’ve wanted to teach this egoistic man a lesson since long ago!”
“Chen, calm down. Now is not the time to fight. We should never fall apart in a dreadful situation like
this.” Lin said.
“Stop interfering with adult businesses! Be a good girl and step aside. I’ve also got to give this man who
called me a beast a beating.” Li mocked.
“Please, just listen to me for once, Chen, Li! The world has been in this state for at least fifty years already,
but some of us still managed to survive till now. This proves that some resources might still remain out
there. As long as we are determined to live and pull ourselves together. All of us will be able to survive!”
Fifty years!
I could not believe what I heard, but the undeniable, hideous truth was placed right in front of me. I had
either travelled fifty years ahead of time, or everything that was happening was just a dream. World
destruction was a term that did not exist in the world I belonged in. It seemed distant from us, something
that would never happen.
Despite the fact that Chen and Li did not stop arguing, Lin still stood silently beside them. As I stared into
her eyes, I saw the unwavering determination and courage in her soul. The others either quarrelled with
each other or simply gave up, but Lin was the only one whose eyes were lit by the flame of resolve to
change the future. She was also kind-hearted and sympathetic, caring for the weaker party who needed
more help than any other people.
It was the eyes of a capable leader.
I left the basement and stood outside of the building. As I looked up at the gloomy sky, I saw the clouds
swirling. Rain started falling. I reached out, feeling the tiny droplets on my hand.
"Ouch!"
Without delay, I withdrew my hand as I felt tingling pain on my palm. Red spots appeared on the surface of
my hand. I retreated into the building for shelter, just to hear sizzling sounds. The rain was acidic, and it was
dissolving the building and remains.
The hissing sound seemed to go on forever. As the sound stopped, I peered out to confirm whether the acid
rain had completely ended, and set off for my journey. I really wanted to help those who were staying at the
basement. They did not deserve to live in misery, suffering from torments and nightmares. They were just
victims, harmed by the past generations – including me. I felt that I had the obligation to put an end to their
sorrow and pain.
