I remember the end of the world like it was yesterday. The world didn't end in fire, more floods, nore droughts. It ended with a cough. A sniffle, and a 110° temperature that killed you in less than an hour.
Somehow, despite the high rate of infection and high lethality, some managed to survive it. Either through being Asymptomatic, Naturally immune, or possibly even divine luck.
I was in the later. I remember wanting to die, the heat was ungodly. I passed out, expecting to never wake again, only to wake up two days later.
At first, those who survived the virus just tried to figure things out. People then took to making groups.
Those groups laid claim to territory, resources. Other groups would want said resources. Wars broke out.
I was lucky to be in a group that formed a strong, well respected no conflict treaty while on our territory. How? Simple. We raised the kids.
It started when orphaned kids who lost their families would be moved from groups to group, and after several passed away in conflicts, myself and several others formed a split off tribe. We simpliy by The Daycare. Children from birth to eighteen are raised, live safe, and educated within this community.
Anyone who tries anything is dealt with via public execution, their body crucified on the defense walls for all to see.
Cruel, yes, but it gets the message across.
The end goal of this place has, in recent generations begun to take root. Despite all the kids coming from different groups, many of which are rivals, the younger generations raised here and returned to their tribes once they become adults have begun fostering more stable, corporative relationships between tribes.
One of which became a tribe leader, and married their love from The Daycare, who was from another tribe, leading to the two tribes becoming one.
We hope, in two or three more generations, humans will no longer be separated by the tribes, and just return to something like before, but better.
I might die before then, but I'll die knowing I'm making the world better for these kids, and the future of humanity, simply by teaching kindness, compassion, and empathy.
BioQuillFiction t1_j1fx4jk wrote
Reply to [WP] You run a daycare after the apocalypse. An unspoken rule among the wastelanders says the Daycare is off-limits to all. You raise the children of warlords, chieftains, and nomads. by numbers909
I remember the end of the world like it was yesterday. The world didn't end in fire, more floods, nore droughts. It ended with a cough. A sniffle, and a 110° temperature that killed you in less than an hour.
Somehow, despite the high rate of infection and high lethality, some managed to survive it. Either through being Asymptomatic, Naturally immune, or possibly even divine luck.
I was in the later. I remember wanting to die, the heat was ungodly. I passed out, expecting to never wake again, only to wake up two days later.
At first, those who survived the virus just tried to figure things out. People then took to making groups.
Those groups laid claim to territory, resources. Other groups would want said resources. Wars broke out.
I was lucky to be in a group that formed a strong, well respected no conflict treaty while on our territory. How? Simple. We raised the kids.
It started when orphaned kids who lost their families would be moved from groups to group, and after several passed away in conflicts, myself and several others formed a split off tribe. We simpliy by The Daycare. Children from birth to eighteen are raised, live safe, and educated within this community.
Anyone who tries anything is dealt with via public execution, their body crucified on the defense walls for all to see.
Cruel, yes, but it gets the message across.
The end goal of this place has, in recent generations begun to take root. Despite all the kids coming from different groups, many of which are rivals, the younger generations raised here and returned to their tribes once they become adults have begun fostering more stable, corporative relationships between tribes.
One of which became a tribe leader, and married their love from The Daycare, who was from another tribe, leading to the two tribes becoming one.
We hope, in two or three more generations, humans will no longer be separated by the tribes, and just return to something like before, but better.
I might die before then, but I'll die knowing I'm making the world better for these kids, and the future of humanity, simply by teaching kindness, compassion, and empathy.