The Architect

I've walked through many a city. the tattered jacket i wear tells me. i carry no guns but a box with pencils and measuring tools. I've been runnin from present and the future. a Nomad. My job was to help people build shelters with resources they could afford. safe houses. thats what they called them. Safe from the Hell.. the burning earth herself.

There have been so many. so many an incident covered in Ash and destruction. the forces were against us survivors. Darwin wud be proud. the humans were considered the most successful beings in Evolution. survival of the fittest. I am jus a facilitator. Just an Architect.

My M.O. was simple and fast. Get a trench underground or a leftout sewage core or a dam and fortify with lead and steel lined mortar. provide Air and water recycling systems and Storage. For this i'd be given food and place to stay till my work was done. wen i am done. I'd be gone.

So much they speak abt the forces and wut they've done to us all. They were a nightmare of a story to listen to. There were very few who've seen the wrath and survived. and they Spoke of it as Hell chasing their life.

This time. I've been working inside an abandoned Mine. it was trecherous to get the generators runnin. we went old skool and took the concepts of the Oldest trains. Used coal to power up. these folk have been helpful by the smallest deed and involvement. It was their only hope. Everyday I worked my life out. It was not easy. We were in the Gut of a Hill. Being an Architect I had studied civilizations and cult work. The Free Masons, their concept was to make a way in and to make another way out. Prevention of cave in scenarios. Heck Even Pyramids have them. feels like an Irony. Everythin had a Glory to it. and we, are barely Alive.

The Safe House is almost done. and i cant wipe out this vibe off my head. it was a Dead End. somethin abt this place meant forever. like it was my destination. And this time, i know the time has come. My Intuition has been tingling like the spider sense. I regroup the pack, have every morsel and drop, of food and water, possible seeds for plantations saved. routine. Let them speak of Love for eachother. and the night spent in Joy, music and a few drinks. we share affection of workin together.

It was Close to dawn. I see children snuggled close in deep sleep, their innocence glowing warm. Everyone had this sense of being safe. For all the nightmares of Stories that were spoken of seeing Hell. I knew it was My time. I Leave the place, securing every hatch, every door. a long walk out scoping out the random vents, i reach out. it was cold. and it was close to the hilltop. i drag my boots up there and light a smoke. looking in the horizon to watch the sunrise. the sky starts to glow.

Thats when i See. a Ray. a trajectory burnin its way through the sky. When it hit the ground. it was like a quake. I take a deep drag and smile. the fire ball across glows the deepest red an turns into a mushroom cloud. from here i see every tree and inch o land burn. and i see it tear thru everythin between. the Hell. which i wud see .. this Nuke..



I jus wake up..