Miles Survival!

The Rich Will Get Richer the Poor and Middle Class Eliminated
1. Auflage 2016
ISBN: 978-1-4835-6719-8
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 200 Seiten

The Haverboard Corporation loves creating employment for the Island of St Augustine, but it's real objective is murder.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Miles, Kevin

Leseproben

CHAPTER 1 CRAAASH! A local grocery window had been smashed by a mob of hungry people. It was the twentieth grocery store to be attacked in the area. The mob jumped through the window, immediately starting to shove as much food as they could into plastic bags. At the head of them outside the shop, an old, unkempt man shouted, “Let’s go, let’s go, before the police arrive.” Others who were not so daring were forced to fish in bins looking for scraps of food. Two young kids could be seen outside one bin, fighting over expired croissants. The fight didn’t last long. All it took was one knockout punch from the bigger of the two and it was all over. The situation was so desperate, large numbers of mobs would pull down a police officer from his horse, ripping into the skin of the latter with their sharpened kitchen knives. Other, more civilized people would eat anything they could find, dogs, cats, and, even in some rare cases, rats. At first, when the disaster struck, people rushed into the super market filling up their trolleys with as much as they could, leaving in a frenzy, without paying. It wasn’t only the general public engaging in such activities. Police officers, lawyers, teachers, doctors, as much as people from various professions took part in it, too. Once the supermarket supplies had been depleted, people would turn to plants, leaves on trees until eventually some turned to cannibalism to nourish themselves. Food was now gold. Food producing animals such as rabbits, hens, and cows were priceless. In previous times, you would be mugged walking down an alleyway for your wallet. Now, it was for your groceries. Price controls seemed to cause the massive food shortages as sellers refused to sell below market price. Panic and chaos had crippled the island of St. Augustine. The street garbage had not been collected for weeks; the stench in densely populated areas was unbearable. “I don’t get it. What’s going on?” “Everything is increasing in price every second,” said Daniel as he sat waiting in the school cafeteria with his friends, Sally, Melanie, Peter, and Paul. “I know, it’s crazy,” said Melanie. “I remember queuing up to pay for my groceries. By the time it reached my turn to pay, the price for a loaf of bread shot up by 1 million Ringleworths.” “That’s crazy!” exclaimed Sally. “I know, tell me about it!” “Things are so bad, I haven’t eaten anything over the weekend,” moaned Daniel. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse OR ONE OF YOU!” he said, turning to the girls in a vampire like manner. “AHHHHHHHHH!” shrieked the girls. “STAY AWAY FROM US!” “Cut that out, Daniel. We have to stay calm, keep our heads.” said Paul, the leader of the group. Paul was not only the most calm, cool, composed individual in the group, but he was also the most respected individual in school. Respected by teachers and students alike. On top of that, he was well built. A direct result of the hours on end he liked to spend at the gym. Peter, on the other hand, was not so well endowed as Paul. He was a tall, skinny, scrawny guy, with long telescopic legs. His clothes would hang off him, rather than stay on him. Pete was the perfect fit for the stereotype of what you call a nerd. Very sharp he was and certainly the brains of the group. Along with his big circular glasses and lack of confidence, Pete was quite clumsy too. He loved sitting hours on end in front of his laptop, surfing the web and designing software. What about Daniel? He was the total opposite to both Pete and Paul. Round and chubby cheeked, along with a round head, he had an evenly rounded belly. Round enough for you to lose your hand in it if you punched it hard enough. No prizes for guessing what Dan loved doing. Yep, you guessed it. Eat, eat, and, err, well, eat. Working hard was not in his repertoire, which was well reflected in his grades. Sally was the bossy one. Sharp! A no-nonsense type of girl, with a warm character who cared for the welfare of others. She shared two things with Melanie, a mean hot temper and the love for shopping like most girls. Melanie was blonde, slim and very attractive. Plus, she was the most spoilt one amongst them. “Losing our heads will only make matters worse,” said Paul commandingly. “Paul, I don’t think you have any idea how bad things are here.” “Rumor has it that some of the female teachers in our school, such as Miss Smith, are prostituting themselves to pay their bills.” said Daniel. “That’s actually true,” said Melanie. “What! How? What evidence do you have to substantiate such claims?” asked Sally challengingly. “Ummm. Well, duhh, I saw her.” Said Melanie. “Where? With whom?” asked Sally once again but in a more interrogating manner. “I don’t believe it! I won’t believe it!” she said, turning her face away and folding her arms. Despite wanting to save her phone battery, Melanie was determined to prove her point. She then switched on her phone and held it in the air for her friends to witness a video of Sally’s favorite English teacher, being involved in what many could NOT believe, including Sally. Their jaws dropped in unison as they saw what they considered to be the unthinkable and impossible. It truly horrified them! “Well, seeing is believing,” remarked Melanie. Feeling rather proud of herself that she had caught her English teacher in a shameful act. “Miss Smith? How could she?” said Sally in disbelief. “I used to look up to that slut. Frankly, I’m disgusted.” “Hey! Don’t talk about Miss Smith like that. She’s desperate ok. And desperate people do desperate things.” said Paul. “Paul’s right.” Said Peter. “Like Miss Smith, I’ve heard that there are many women being forced to do this. Otherwise, the meat seller will not give them any meat and they starve. Or, they simply can’t pay their bills.” “Pete, you and Paul are both right. I shouldn’t judge Miss Smith. Wow, it's crazy…clearly this economic crisis has brought out a different side to everyone.” Said Sally. “Yeah. Survival mode,” sighed Melanie. “Because of the water shortages, I had to have a shower in the rain. Can you believe it? In! The! Rain!” She repeated. “Oookay, whilst everyone else worries about surviving, Miss Congeniality here is worried about not bathing,” mocked Daniel. “Don’t ridicule me, I haven’t felt this icky in years.” Jumped Melanie. “Oh my God, when is the food going to come? I could eat a horse.” said Daniel impatiently, tapping his knife and fork on the table. “Couldn’t we just go up and serve ourselves lunch?” “No Peter, we must remain seated” said Paul. “You know since the beginning of the crisis, people in the school have been stealing food.” “Wow. I could never see the day when children within a school would steal food to feed their parents.” Said Peter. “For many, things had become so bad that it would require people to work 80 hours to just buy one bottle of water. But what I don’t understand is why is the price of everything sky rocketing out of control?” asked Sally, puzzled. “It’s the merchants and businesses fault; if they stop raising prices then things wouldn’t be so darn expensive.” “Melanie, they’re only reacting to inflation.” commented Peter. “And what would you know about inflation, Peter?” Asked Sally. “Nothing, except that I’ve studied it.” he replied confidently. “That’s right, you’ve studied economics as an extracurricular activity. Why don’t you shed some light on the matter?” said Daniel, curiously. Grinning and pushing his glasses up, Peter said, “Well, well, well, the nerd revolution has begun. Yesterday, I was called a nerd, today, a genius, tomorrow….an—” “Idiot and a boring loser who doesn’t know how to shut the hell up and get on with it.” snapped Sally. “Hurry up! We don’t have all day.” said Melanie, growing ever more...