The Cleansing

By Dave Farmer All Rights Reserved ©

Scifi / Horror

Peacekeepers

“You lying turd. You said this was a safe neighbourhood.”

We were hiding behind a car. I risked a quick glance through the shattered windows. A Peacekeeper Drone hovered in the centre of the dark quiet street. It cast a blue light into the depths of an alley opposite us, scanning for curfew breakers, Sharks and anyone infected with the plague.

“Keep your head down and you be jus' fine,” Linford said. I was starting to distrust my guide. “Jim, my friend, don’t look so worried. Drone be gone in a short while. Then we be on our way. No problem.”

Peacekeeper Drones have been in operation since the war. They were supposed to protect the public and kill the infected but it seemed their directives had changed to include killing anyone on sight after curfew. No one took much notice of them anymore. What was once considered an amazing leap in technology quickly became the norm. The drones blended in with the hum-drum of society in the same way every other new piece of tech had since the invention of the wheel.

It’s funny how easily the public were fooled into supporting such a radical move to bring law and order back to the chaos, only to find they were being ruled instead of protected. I don’t blame the government; I blame myself, just as everyone else in this shit hole of a country should.

The drone ended its scan and continued its patrol. Linford smiled at me and again I wondered how he could afford a mouth of gold teeth.

“Like I said. Drone gone. Come.”

I followed Linford into a nearby building. The majority of neighbourhoods beyond Zone 1 and 2 were little more than shanty towns, derelict slums home to desperate hungry people. I seldom ventured far from the city and rarely into the Wastelands. I had a head full of bad memories and I wanted to avoid adding more to the chaos inside my skull. In years gone by they called it Post Traumatic Syndrome or War Psychosis, but those were easy terms to pigeon-hole people who sought to cause trouble with their problems.

Personally I never protested against the government to make MET – Memory Erasement Therapy – available for everyone, not just the super rich. I remember watching live footage of crowds marching on the city centre from my apartment. At the start it looked peaceful - banners flying, flags held above the crowds, people chanting and singing. I knew it would end in bloodshed even before the drones came. One million people marching with passion and it took a handful of idiots to turn it into a blood bath.

The apartment block Linford led me through stank of mould and piss. I peered into the occasional doorway to see shadowy faces huddled around meagre fires. I felt sick knowing that only a few miles away Zone 1 was a lively affluent place, a utopian society where the rich ignored the poor. Never in history had there been such a vast divide between the classes.

“How much farther is it?”

“Not far.”

Linford walked with ease, unafraid of any would be mugger lurking in the shadows. It was hard to ignore the two large curved machetes strapped to his belt or his confident body language. I wondered how many limbs or throats he had cut with his weapons. I wasn’t fearful of the Wastelands. I could handle myself better than most. After the war I kept myself in shape, mentally and physically. I saw what happened to my friends, how quickly they faded into the world of drink and drugs. Not me. I refused to give up without a fight.

I doubted Linford knew who or what I was, or even cared. To him I was just another post-war loser looking for a way out. The drones worried me. If I was caught outside Zone 2 after curfew I’d lose my home and maybe my life. It was a risk I was willing to take. I’d been slipping for a few months. I could feel the weight inside my mind, the chaos I struggled to keep at bay wanted to get out. I couldn't afford MET, and those who could didn't really need it.

To be fair, the government did set up a payment plan for ex-soldiers like me, but the repayments were too much. Even if I worked twenty hours a day I had little chance of keeping everything together and leading a normal life. Well, what the government consider normal for the miserable people who live in Zone 2. Unless you lived in Zone 1 the term ‘normal life’ was nothing but a joke.

My wife and son were killed in the Green Park Massacre. It was just me now. Struggling. Surviving. It was a tough life. No one cared for ex-soldiers because they remind people of dark times they pay to forget. I guess that’s why so many protested and died. And that’s why I finally decided on the alternative, the Cleansing.

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Further Recommendations

Jaessa: The Author has an amazing talent for building both the characters and story. Love everything I have read so far and super excited to finish the story, keep up the great work.

tarryncooper521: Oooh really loves the epilogue. Will you do a sequel with Renee and Sam?? Also what happens with Troy on the full moon?

Danyelle Scheeres: I lived this story

Carlton Lopez: Good start but I am barely started. I guess I will have to wait until I get further along"without interruption."

MrAnonymous63: i like the book not only cause of the romance also the action in it too

Melanie Pettey: Wow so good. Love ryker and the main girl. Actually i i hate ryker right now but maybe he will get better

awesomegirl101: This was a great book! I love how it turned out! Great job! I loved all the characters (even the bad guys!) Again great job!! <3

jlee gri: Very original. Some edits needed but great storyline. Cannot wait to read more! Keep writing, you have great story telling skills.

Watercolors: The story was mysterious and cool! It had a bit of romance as well and I find that so amazing! Just felt as if it had too much mystery sometimes and the book wasn’t exactly completed...I don’t know if I’m explaining myself well. And for gods sake plz let Amanda die somehow!😂💀💀

More Recommendations

Kazuto: I loved to see how people would react if they were to meet CreepyPasta in real life, I love the way the story played out and how you portrayed each character!!!The ending was amazing!! First book on Inkitt and I really loved and enjoyed it!! THANK YOU

zungturovani: It's okay , I hope she can recover from Sid's transformation ..

Tisa Vincent Besson: I quite liked this book it was easy to read the plot was good there was not many indept descriptions but that was OK for how the book was written well done.

tmbright: Engrossed from line one. Just hit chapter 5, gonna devour this story, as real life allows. Refreshing writing style.

Walter Hamilton: Great story enjoyed it very much

Patty Spangle Calvert: Love the story but it was to short, look forward to the next story great job God Bless

About Us:

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.