Hoard

I was so happy when he let me stay on watch with him. I was useless with everything else, be it a rifle or a spanner, bandages or even body disposal. I was a dead wait, one reason that the Zed are winning. Had I been a great soldier, maybe the humans would be winning, or even a doctor, I can’t stop thinking like that; even though I know it’s not my fault. When someone dies, I can’t help feel I slowed the group down; I let them get the screaming man or woman. Still, he asked if I want to stay on watch with him, and I agreed. It was rather surprising, considering he was regarded by everyone as the loner, the one who always voted to execute infected humans or nuke a country, if we had a nuke. I was happier still when I noticed the hoard approaching before he did.

There were plans to move before we saw them, but in winter, the longer without a camp, the more chance of death, so we decided to wait for the last moment. And that last moment was now. He had walked up to the tall-ish wall of our camp at my cries, and regarded the horde coolly. At last I timidly offered the opinion that “We should tell someone… if you want.”

He looked at me and said in a monotone sound, almost sadness, “There moving too fast, we won’t make it in time without a distraction”

I tried to say ‘what distraction’ but found the rush of air in my mouth as I fell forward over the wall clogged it as if it was full of foam, and as I landed, I saw He was leaning back, and called “Now we have the time”. 

Then the hoard arrived. I was a suitable distraction.

D-bay

made this in half an hour, after watching a sugar to diesel demonstration on a TV show called horizon.  right now, I think the sentences are a bit short and don't flow, but i just wanted the idea down.

Conner dumped his bag on the kitchen table, and walked into the living room. The forest green wallpaper relaxed his tense body, and as he sat down and opened his laptop, his face glowed with the light on screen.

He typed away for about 2 hours.

Feeling hungry, Conner stood and picked the slab of lamb he picked up on his way home, and a small capsule of diesel, and walked into the kitchen.

Once inside, he opened the cupboard, pulled out a petri dish, and poured the diesel from the red pill onto the colony growing there, and once the last drop landed, Conner placed the cubes of petri dish ready cubes into the glass cylinder, and let the bio-machines cook, cleanse and marinate the lamb.

Sitting back at his computer, he ran the final de-bugging , skimmed the code for noticeable errors, like misplaced or mismatched G’s, C’s, T’s or A’s, placed a live, blank cell into the expensive Bio-Gen USB, and let the code generate .

Two hours later, after the unnaturally good lamb chunks, the Bio-Gen USB had generated, and inserted, the self-learnt DNA code into the cell, and deposited a 2mm culture onto the desk.

Using a metal scalpel, Conner moved Money-Saver, for that’s what he called it, onto a pile of sugar placed in a metal bowl, and then activated the camera, and watched.

One time lapse later, he collected the diesel from the bowl, uploaded the code onto D-Bay, and claimed it to be cheaper than buying diesel, and hoped enough people will cultivate the code to pay for the next term of university.