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priscaTitle: Humanity and Peace
Character: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith. Sister Hannah
Word Count: 450
Prompt: Big Bang - postapocalyptic (humanity)
Rating: PG13
This story is a sequel to Giving up is not an option
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„Smith, where the heck are we going in the middle of the night,“ Kurdy suddenly snapped.
„Almost there. Just two miles.“
Quickly the little guy followed the small road despite the pitch darkness, and Kurdy closed his eyes again. He was not in the mood for a fight; actually, that was the only reason he was here. He had already learned that every argument with Smith was in vain; he wouldn't stop bothering him until he got what he wanted. So Kurdy had grabbed for his jacket and, inwardly cursing, followed him to the garage.
When the jeep suddenly stopped, he reluctantly opened his eyes again. An old building was lying ahead of him, enclosed by a stone wall, a big wrought-iron gate in the middle. Kurdy frowned when he discovered a small belltower in the faint shine of the moon.
„Fuck you, Smith,“ he growled. „A church? A fucking church? After all, what happened today? You can't be serious.“
The little guy shut the motor off. „It's not a church; it's an old monastery. A place full of humanity and peace. All you fight for you will find here.“
Kurdy grabbed for his collar; this was too much. „If you don't want me to hit the shit out of you, you better bring us back to the Mountain instantly. This is...“ He stopped, shocked, his eyes widened. „Holy shit!“
Smith followed his look and smiled, when he noticed the woman standing at the gate. „This is Sister Hannah,“ he said. „A nun; she's living here.“
„She is...“ Kurdy's voice was rough. „She is old.“
„She is,“ Smith agreed.
„How is this possible? Fifteen years ago, all adults died.“
„But I am still here.“ The voice of the woman was calm but stronger than expected. She stepped closer, putting her arm on Kurdy's. He didn't dare to pull it away. „It took a while until I did find out the reason for it. Long I cursed God for not letting me go like all the others; I was alone, I was afraid, I couldn't understand. Until, one night, as cold and dark as this one, two children found their way to the monastery.“
„Children,“ Kurdy repeated, still feeling uneasy.
„Children; much too young to survive on their own. So I took them in. The next night there were three more of them. At the week's end, two dozen children were living here. This was the moment I realized it.
The children are the future of the world, and when we stop fighting, they are all lost.“ Smiling, she pointed at the big gate. "You should come in, and you will understand."
Character: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith. Sister Hannah
Word Count: 450
Prompt: Big Bang - postapocalyptic (humanity)
Rating: PG13
This story is a sequel to Giving up is not an option
:::
„Smith, where the heck are we going in the middle of the night,“ Kurdy suddenly snapped.
„Almost there. Just two miles.“
Quickly the little guy followed the small road despite the pitch darkness, and Kurdy closed his eyes again. He was not in the mood for a fight; actually, that was the only reason he was here. He had already learned that every argument with Smith was in vain; he wouldn't stop bothering him until he got what he wanted. So Kurdy had grabbed for his jacket and, inwardly cursing, followed him to the garage.
When the jeep suddenly stopped, he reluctantly opened his eyes again. An old building was lying ahead of him, enclosed by a stone wall, a big wrought-iron gate in the middle. Kurdy frowned when he discovered a small belltower in the faint shine of the moon.
„Fuck you, Smith,“ he growled. „A church? A fucking church? After all, what happened today? You can't be serious.“
The little guy shut the motor off. „It's not a church; it's an old monastery. A place full of humanity and peace. All you fight for you will find here.“
Kurdy grabbed for his collar; this was too much. „If you don't want me to hit the shit out of you, you better bring us back to the Mountain instantly. This is...“ He stopped, shocked, his eyes widened. „Holy shit!“
Smith followed his look and smiled, when he noticed the woman standing at the gate. „This is Sister Hannah,“ he said. „A nun; she's living here.“
„She is...“ Kurdy's voice was rough. „She is old.“
„She is,“ Smith agreed.
„How is this possible? Fifteen years ago, all adults died.“
„But I am still here.“ The voice of the woman was calm but stronger than expected. She stepped closer, putting her arm on Kurdy's. He didn't dare to pull it away. „It took a while until I did find out the reason for it. Long I cursed God for not letting me go like all the others; I was alone, I was afraid, I couldn't understand. Until, one night, as cold and dark as this one, two children found their way to the monastery.“
„Children,“ Kurdy repeated, still feeling uneasy.
„Children; much too young to survive on their own. So I took them in. The next night there were three more of them. At the week's end, two dozen children were living here. This was the moment I realized it.
The children are the future of the world, and when we stop fighting, they are all lost.“ Smiling, she pointed at the big gate. "You should come in, and you will understand."