Creative Story: Fast Eddie

by Rick Vallejos (Daredevil or [email protected]) (Comments appreciated)

Where do I begin... to write down my misadventure. I would have never
picked up a pen and began had it not been for my host. He\'s the type of fellow
who tells you what to do and his partners (soldiers) make sure you did just as
your told. This hideout, this fortress has more weapons than I\'ve seen in
months. There is a guard at my door this minute, put there for my protection so
I was told. Yeh right! He\'s got a mean looking revolver with a huge bore.
That\'s bad enough but he points it directly at my chest and waves it around when
he addresses me. I can\'t describe the look in his eyes. I truly believe he
would love to do me in. He thinks I\'m an enemy and a threat to my host. I am a
guest of the leader of this organization.

I sit here and think of what has happened to bring me here. My mind
wanders back to when I was an innocent eight year old kid. I worried more about
what games to play than anything else. My mom brought us to the Mile High City
after she and my dad started fighting. She thought it would be good to grow up
near relatives. She never knew what was in store for us all. No one knew except
the scientist and interfering generals who were developing project "UnderNet".
The national/global computer network that was going to make our lives simpler by
linking the regional infrastructure management computers. It made sense to have
a system where electricity was diverted from one grid to another were it was
needed more. Same with all the other resources of man.. fuel, water, food, and
even surplus peoplepower in the form of the ten year old National Civilian Corp.
If only the military hadn\'t been involved. They think everything has to be a
part of the defense plans for our country. When the system went on-line, their
supercomputers were blamed for the cold, heartless decision of the system. They
were designed to keep on working through any natural or man-made disaster,
including this Civil War of 2009. Most people think that the "UnderNet" planned
and orchestrated the civil war. The first outbreaks were over resources. Fuel
and water that was going to the big cities at the expense of the rural
communities. \'The greatest good for the greatest amount of people\' we were all
told.

Now, after three years of civil war, life is very hard. This brings us
up to a week ago. My story, in my opinion, is about a kid trying to stay alive
in the streets of the Mile High City. Each day a struggle for food and a safe
place to sleep at night. I lost my mom at the disaster relief center set up in
the city park. She was killed for the contents of her small backpack. Most of
it was family keepsakes like old pictures of my grandparents and of me as a
buck-naked baby. I haven\'t seen a relative for months.

I was searching the rubble of the government buildings in the federal
center on Alameda Blvd. when I found the doorway. It was buried under the
exploded four-story building but I wiggled my way down to it. If I was ten
pounds heavier, I would have never gotten in, but I did. The door was solid
metal at least three inches thick but the explosion had split part of the door
frame and I could squeeze through. I was giddy with the thought of what I
might find. Nowadays, you traded for what you needed. I found a room that I
was sure no others had looted. I wasn\'t worried about getting things out
because all I would take was small items I could hide in my clothes. The street
gangs would take anything larger they saw me carrying.

When I got my shoulders through the split in the door frame, I crawled
through into the dusty floor. It was black as coal in the room and I hadn\'t
thought of bringing a light. That black is why the glowing red switch was so
noticeable. After a minute my eyes adjusted to the dark and the dim glow of the
switch lit up the area around it. I could see that it was a power control panel,
a lot like the one we had at home for our