“Arctic Winds” Chapter One - Escape
I always felt like I was being pierced by needles. The cold Arctic Winds rushed by me as they always have, and always will. The sun rarely came up where I lived. And if it did only for a brief moment of time, barely revealing itself above the horizon before disappearing again. If anyone said they saw it they’d lying. Even when it was up the constantly clouded skies blocked its view. I looked down at the head government agency building down the snow covered road. It’s lights illuminating from the fog, revealing its ominous silhouette. We were controlled, with no minds of our own. Every little thing we did was dictated, examined and reviewed. If anything undesirable was noticed you’d be taken away. For an extended period of time. We mourned for these people in secret. But we had to move on. Those caught straggling surely wouldn’t make it out alive. Our government was the most mysterious thing on our world. Even what was beyond the outer borders of our ice covered city. No man had ever dared adventured there. Those evil men (whoever they were) in that agency building could certainly find you. Yet, the thought seemed upmost appealing to me. I had to push it out, because they would find out somehow. They would kill me. I walked in the knee deep snow with no destination in mind. I observed the huts, built into the snow and the starving faces. The cold winds tore at my face and brought tears to my eyes. I wiped them, pretending they for the dying in this city. Then again, we were all dying. Who really deserved the sympathy? The wind screamed in my ears. I fell down. On my hands and knees I thought hard. Why did we have to be treated this way? Where did we even come from? When will it end? It all welled up in me at once. I had no future, no past, no present in this God-forsaking place. I looked up but surely there was nothing there. I was on my own. All alone in this abandoned dystopian. We had to overthrow the government. We don’t even know who are actual leader is. But we were powerless. They would murder us. At least this way the suffering would be prolonged and we would have the opportunity to live a little. But are we even alive? I looked to the borders of the city. There were never any guards, any patrols, or towers. The arctic wasteland in the distance was flat and empty. You could see the winds toss the snow around. I stood to my feet and began to walk in that direction. If they didn’t want anyone to leave they’d surely make it clear. Yet I felt as though they thought we didn’t even have it in us to just leave. It was dark, and quiet. This is my only chance to escape. I’m going to die anyways. I at least want it to be of my own accord. I want it to be peaceful. Eventually they’d find a reason to take me and torture me for the rest of my days. It was rare to find someone who died in this city not in captivity. All of a sudden, that barren wasteland didn’t seem so dark and desolate. The government had made it seem that there were monstrous evils there and we were safe here. It seemed like they wanted us to stay here. If that was the case why not put some sort of security at the border to our city? I was running now. Whatever was out there, I welcomed it. It would liberate me. I knew I wouldn’t survive. But I hoped I would find something before the inevitable happened. I wanted to find anything. It would give me some sort of peace of mind. Then I could die. I sprinting now. I had never ran so fast. The edge was coming quick. No backing out now. I looked back briefly. To my wonder, no one was following me. No civilians, no government officials. Not a single soul seemed to notice or care. This is strange, but I didn’t care. It was only me. I am alone. Only Forward. I was still sprinting as I crossed the border. Still, nothing happened. I expected lights and guns to go off. All I heard was the same arctic winds. And still, no one came after me. Am I free? I looked to the horizon. Nothing. Running into the night I thought: This is how its meant to be. I have never been so happy in my life. As I ran to me guaranteed death, a subtle smile made its way on my face. Death was following me. And it was friend I was eager to meet.