The Last Humans

another Fic I came up with... seems legit, no one else has made one like this

and a quick warning; I copied this directly from my word document (yes i use word, not Google docs)

Chapter 1: The Last War

There were only three words for it, World War Three. WWIII. the last war.

If someone were to compare Earth to any other planet, they would say it’s messed up. Even a child can see that Earth has lost its former glory. There were once green fields, now there is a blackened charred ground. Once bustling cities, are now echoes, ash gathering on the streets, gathering in the piles that covers the once clear streets, buildings have long since burned to the ground, charred shells that haunt the ground on which they still stand. Sky scrapers or what’s left of them, are jutting out of the ground occasionally, haunting the skies, with a sick, twisted beauty.

Rainforests are completely demolished, the trees long since, chopped down to make way for new homes and then used to build the empires on which they stand. The sky is forever clouded, the sun cannot shine through, and it kills what little plant life is left. From space, you can see large circles all over the planet, these circles are what remained of the empires that once stood there, before they were obliterated, destroyed into oblivion, by the weapons they use to defend themselves.

We created weapons of mass destruction to defend ourselves from other nations, who also had nukes capable of wiping every country clean of its inhabitants. Through reckless actions the human race launched all of its missiles, every country aiming for the next, hoping to get rid of whatever threat there was before it could fully become dangerous. The entire world wept as the entire destruction of the human race came, slowly descended from the skies.

Some were lucky enough to have prepared for such an event. Governments built underground hidden locations to keep top scientific minds safe from the planets inevitable destruction. One laboratory was lucky enough to get the funding for its own bunker. It was just north of the Scottish boarder.

Several families were taken away, if they were related to an important figure, they were kept away for safekeeping. This one bunker was different however. It was just visible in the air. If you knew where it was, you would find it easily.

Somewhere in the distance of this bunker, a large nuclear bomb went off. Shaking the ground with such violence, cracks formed in the immediate area. The facility wasn’t meant to hold against such an impact.

Shortly after the bomb went off, a purple aurora glowed around the facility, growing with intensity. After a moment of pure whiteness, the aurora quickly vanished along with the facility. Leaving a destroyed bunker, open to the elements and absolutely no signs of life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twilight sparkle is about to perform one of the biggest experiments she has ever done since the Pinkie Pie incident. She has been through months of hard studying and a few days of tests. She feels like the entire world was waiting for her to begin.

“Spike, stand back, I’m not sure of the exact effects of long range teleportation. It would be safer if you left the library and stayed with Rarity for a while, are you sure that you would rather stay here?”

A small purple dragon popped up from behind an overturned wooden table, a makeshift shield in case the spell went wrong. “Absolutely, you need someone to be her in case you spell goes wrong. Besides it’s not like you can write and do ridiculously dangerous experiments at the same time.”

Twilight sighed, Spike is right. If the spell did go wrong he would be the only dragon capable of getting help. She sighed and took a deep breath.

She moved into the middle of the room and stood in front of the object she would be teleporting. It is a large multi-coloured spoon, Spike came up with that idea, and he said it would be easier for her to spot when she got Pinkie Pies balloon up and running.

She took another deep breath to calm her nerves.

She concentrated her mind on the spoon. Gathering all the magical energy she could muster. Her horn began to glow with a purple aurora, this usually happened whenever twilight was performing or was about to perform magic.

The purple light grew in intensity as magic gathered around the tip. The entire room by now had become engulfed in the light so intense it was blinding, twilight, had gotten used to this light, as well as spike. She took a wider stance, her body trembling with amount of energy stored inside her. Her fur became static with energy, arcing across her legs and back. Sweat poured off of her lavender fur, boiling into nothingness when they touched the floor. She began to tremble; the amount of magical stress she was putting her body through was unimaginable.

She lowered her head and directed her horn straight at the wooden spoon.

The build-up of energy is all too visible, people from outside the library walked by, only glancing at the library before moving on, not wanting to stick around for too long.

Eventually she began to direct her magic towards the spoon, focusing her entire being on the wooden spoon alone.

Her concentration is disturbed slightly by a slight pull at the back of her mind. ‘Possibly a side effect’ she made a mental note of this and began to unleash the magic upon the spoon

She first let the magic go a little bit, then a lot, then she let it all go, she completely relaxed. The magic inside her would not do as she wanted.

Suddenly her head jerked upwards, her horn pointing directly upwards. The magic she wanted to release burst from her horn, as if an invisible dam had been broken. She tries to move her head down but her head doesn’t respond. She tries to move any other part of her body and they resist her will to move. She felt all her magic drain very quickly.

An ugly though suddenly appeared in her mind. ‘If my magic is being used at this rate I’ll never be able to stop It.’ a second part of her sub-conscious though ‘don’t worry, everything will be okay. The spiritual barrier I put up beforehand should prevent the spell from taking way too much, magic from me’

Her thoughts are violently disturbed when a noise like a crack and shattering glass erupts in her mind. The only comparison is similar to a grenade to the mind.

Her breathing became rapid. She could feel her life force being drained away, instantly her limbs started to become numb and her vision stared to blur. Somehow, whatever was now controlling her body made her stand stock still, she is stuck in a permanent flinch.

She fought to keep her consciousness as her body felt weaker and weaker, her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. She remembered what a book said about this. ‘When the spiritual barrier is breached, all the magic has been used up, so the only way to break the spell is to complete it. As the spell only source of fuel is used up, the users own life force is used to finish the rest. However, if the user is casting too strong a spell, the ponies’ life force can be fully drained. When this happens he or she is now no longer alive. The body becomes a shell and the body falls into a deep coma.’

Twilights mind shudders at the thought.

Twilight can no longer feel anything, her vision has almost blurred completely and there are purple dots on the edges of her vision.

Suddenly the spell disappeared and her body dropped heavily to the floor. Her muzzle took full force of the impact, chipping a tooth and causing twilight to bite her tongue.

Twilight’s vision was fading in and out of focus. She thought she heard a door open and loud voices yelling at Somepony. Their voices are muffled so she couldn’t hear what they were saying, nor figure out who was saying them. She saw the ground move and she was hauled onto an orange ponies back. The ground was a blur as she slowly closed her eyes, she could no longer keep them open and she grew evermore tired.

Her eyelids closed, hearing more voices that became background noises. Soon all she could see was the blackness of sleep.

She was scared like a filly, yet somehow, twilight found it blissful. Soon she was carried off into a much deserved sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tuitio Jacobs (pronounced Too-ee-tea-oh) found himself rudely awakened by the science labs annoying alarm clock. It went early today so that everyone could get ready for their families arrival. It was reunion day at the bunker. That meant that everyone would get to see their families again, or… what was left of them.

He hated his first name, he preferred the short version to the long one, he hated the fact that it sounded Japanese, not that he had anything against them, but during WWIII the Japanese didn’t seem too friendly.

He was completely British, but his mother was a Latin teacher. He told everyone that his name was Tio (tea-oh). Only people that he knew since his childhood knew his full name, and most of them are either dead, or locked away in another secret facility.

Tio got out of bed, he wearily put on his casual clothes for the day, being related to a commander in the army is not something to take lightly, his uncle took him in when he was seven, his mother died in a car crash when he was three and his father became an obsessive drunk, he didn’t see much of his father. He only saw his drunken side.

One day his father went out for his drink as usual; instead of coming back, he didn’t come home at all.

The teachers at his school realized this when a bailiff came into school with me alongside him. He told the teachers what had happened, Tio remembered when the Headmistress called him to her office, pulling him out of his maths class.

He can still remember her face, it was sympathy and regret. Even as a child I could guess what she was about to say, my father hadn’t come back for a little over a week. All the food in the house has almost completely run out, and what little money I could find around the house I spent on bread and ham.

I sat down in a chair opposite her, not wanting to look at her again, I stared at the floor. The headmistress looked at me, clearly not liking what she was about to say. After a few minutes silence she spoke up “Tio look at me please, I know this may be hard for you but you need to look at me”

I slowly tilted my head upwards, moving my gaze around the room, trying to look anywhere but her face. Eventually my gaze rested upon her, I looked into her eyes. I knew what she was about to say before she spoke “Tio, this is about your father”

“He is coming back” I blurted out, I refused to let her say it, my father couldn’t leave me, not now.

“No Tio, he’s not coming back” she couldn’t hold her gaze she briefly looked down, before forcing herself to look at me.

“No, he IS coming back, he probably just got into another fight and he’s just forgot where we live that’s all!”

I practically screamed at her, she was wilting underneath my glare, I could see she was fighting back her tears. She shook her head “No Tio, he’s not coming back”

I was crying my eyes out at this point, I knew exactly what she meant, she tried her best to comfort me, hugging me close, I couldn’t feel her warmth, I couldn’t feel anything. “Miss, I feel so alone... and cold... Why do I feel so cold Miss?”

She hugged me even tighter, my tears had stopped and I couldn’t feel anything. My mind was blank, nothing made any sense. A door opened and the bailiff took me away from her, he put me in his car, strapping me into the seat. I looked out the window.

In the distance was a magnificent rainbow, in all its glory, shining down upon the earth, the full spectrum, from red all the way through to violet. I hated it, it was mocking me. I felt powerless, I was now completely alone.

My uncle took me in not after a few days, I lived in his house until I was fifteen. He taught me how to fight, and trained me to become a soldier; however, I didn’t want to become part of the army.

When I was fifteen, WWIII had started. I was sent to an underground facility, with my uncle. He didn’t have much to do, so we spent a lot more time together, he trained me hard, pushing me to my limits. The rewards were great though. He would take me out for movies on some nights, or we would just sit and chat, reminiscing about the old days, or rather he would talk and I would listen.

My uncle was a commander in the army, he trained hard to get where he was today, I don’t know what he did but I knew it was probably unpleasant.

When I reached eighteen I went to a collage and they trained me to become an officer. I passed all the exams with flying colours, beating everyone else in my class. However when the course finished I was offered a choice, I could leave now and I could find a job elsewhere, or I could continue with the army.

I delayed my answer as long as I could. However, on the day of my decision, I finally met Dr Phoenix. He gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I accepted and went with him, I told my uncle the news, he didn’t like it much but he congratulated me nonetheless.

So, here I am. Waiting to become a test subject, another experiment, I will be looked after and treated well.

The experiment was scheduled for 12 O’clock midday, when all the visitors were around to watch.

I completed the morning ritual of vigorous exercise consisting of a mile run, and several core muscle exercises. I showered, got dressed, ate breakfast and brushed my teeth. This was my daily routine; I took different route in the underground complex, getting lost and exploring, then finding my way back.

Eventually after my routine I walked towards the entrance. Climbing several staircases to get to the bunker entrance, I found the only three scientists in the entire bunker already waiting there. Obviously eager to meet their family, my uncle told me that he couldn’t make it, he had business elsewhere.

I met up with Miss Simpson first, she greeted me with a large welcome hug, almost crushing me. Miss Simpson was a small lady, but what she lacked in height she gained in muscles. She was 5 foot 8 and she had so much muscle it looked like she was on steroids. She also had ginger hair.

Next I met Dr Phoenix, he gave me a quick handshake, obviously not wanting to get too attached to me, considering the experiment they were about to perform with me.

And last but not least, my favourite guy; john, he’s my favourite because he always has a smile and he always makes everyone else smile. He somehow produces happiness wherever he goes. He also cheers me up whenever I’m down; I like him because he has a childlike mind.

When we met he put out a rather large party, even though there weren’t many people there he put one on anyways. He was likable from the beginning; although he wasn’t very clever, he was able to come up with genius ideas. I guessed that was why he was still here.

Although he was mainly here because of his sixth sense; john is capable of sensing if something good or bad is about to happen, before anyone else knows if it’s about to happen. This has led to some heated discussions between Miss Simpson and Dr Phoenix.

If john feels giddy it means something good is about to happen and if he feels chills going down his spine something bad is going to happen, sometimes if he gets both he calls them vibes.

I hug him saying hello and got a cupcake shoved into my mouth. I choke on the cupcake trying to chew on it but end up spilling it all over the floor.

Miss Simpson laughs and Dr Phoenix rolls his eyes. John drops onto the floor laughing till he can no longer breathe properly. An automated cleaning bot appears and cleans up the floor, I have no idea where they come from but they seem to do their job well.

The five guards are already at the door, commander stone face on the inside giving orders to captain winters on the opposite side of the door; Lieutenant ‘Leroy’ Jenkins and Lieutenant Blake on the outside with captain winters.

The Rookie was sleeping on the inside sitting down with his back against a wall, the commander paid him no attention; he had long ago given up trying to get him to stay awake. Although the Rookie woke up whenever someone arrived or there was something important going on.

Eventually the relatives arrived; First a nun of some sorts who moved over to Miss Simpson and hugged her. The second person to arrive is a tall gawky guy, calling himself Oscar; he says he is here to inspect the place. The scientists glare at him; he nods his head towards them “perhaps you can show me this ‘Grand Experiment’ you’re working on”

Commander Stone face walks up to him “Mr Oscar, if I were you I would stay quiet and stand aside, the rest of the relatives have arrived on the next bus”

Oscar bows his head towards him and walks quietly to one side of the room.

Soon I hear someone behind me.

‘Finally I wondered when she would show up’ I think to myself.

Dr Halsey arrives with her giant medical ‘man bag’. Although she is female, I can’t help but tease her with it, she sees the funny side in it usually saying something witty. Today she just grunted at me and pushed me aside, obviously not in the mood for harmless banter.

The other guests filed in. first there was a large bloke, wearing a tartan skirt? I read about these in one of the occasional books I read, they are called kilts, worn by traditional Scottish people and their families. He had a massive ginger beard, his beard is amazing and the only way to describe it is to say that it is a triple platted beard.

here is what his beard looks like

(^ I will love you if you recognise this guy)

He is wearing some sort of pouch, dangling on a string around his waist. He strides up to Dr Halsey giving her a massive bear hug “good tae see ya sis! How’s this lot been treatin yez eh?”

I think this guy basically defines the Scottish nation as a whole.

The next is a small family; a husband and wife, carrying a small baby; no more than 5 months and a teenage boy of the age of roughly sixteen. Following the boy is a smaller girl, possibly the same age, judging by her closeness to him, I guess she was his girlfriend. She also seems to be very timid, not wanting to look up at her surroundings, hiding herself away in her long hair.

The family is greeted joyfully by John who pulls a large table in front of him bearing gifts and miscellaneous food-stuffs. A miniature party ensues.

Les walks up to me and takes my arm away from my side and shakes it vigorously “ach! You must be Tio. Me names Les, but you can call me Les. Charlene here wrote a lot about yez in her letters, sayin that yez were gonna be the guinea pig, Yer either one brave lad or a fool, good luck tae yez!”

I stood there unable to respond, had he just called Miss Simpson Charlene? I glance at her and she responds by face-palming.

“Um… nice to meet you too Les”

He releases his vice grip on my hand and wonders off to find another victim.

I take another glance at Miss Charlene who returns and apologetic look before hastily following her brother. To be fair they did have the same features. Only her brother was taller than me and was full of muscles. His leather shoulder strap exposes his abdominals. His muscles on his belly are unbelievable, the amount of muscles on his stomach alone were enough to put a six-pack to shame.

this guy is what he roughly looks like, although imagine him with a kilt and a the ginger hair from the other picture

The next people I met were the Kidd family, obviously related to John. I said my hellos and they responded with their own, they were being ever so polite, not extremely polite to almost be posh, but the modest and humble kind of polite. After they introduce themselves I saw the boys’ girlfriend hiding behind her hair again. I bent over a little and lowered myself to her height “what’s your name Miss?”

She whispered so quietly the entire room seemed to silence itself “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. Could you say it again?”

With the entire room quiet I could just manage to hear her say her name “S-Sarah Nancy-Drew”

Everyone starts to talk again, odd that everyone seemed to silence themselves when she spoke, but I didn’t bother thinking on it too much.

The last person I met was Sister Catherine “good morning mister Jacobs, it’s a pleasure to meet you, are you sure you really want to go through with this?”

I nod my head, she looks saddened but her smile quickly returns “then may God watch over you”

I nod my head again, showing that I appreciate the offer.

I don’t believe in God, but right now I don’t want to make him angry if he is real, especially when my life is in his hands… figuratively speaking of course.

We all hear the door open and an elderly man, escorted by captain winters, followed by corporal Blake and corporal ‘Leroy’ Jenkins. Dr Phoenix walks up to him and shakes him by the hand. The old man wore three quarter length combat trousers, and a veteran jacket. To everyone’s discomfort, the old man’s trousers show a thin metal prosthetic leg. He was a stereotypical veteran, his voice is gruff, he’s always grumpy and he is an anti-social old git.

The party was kept short and we were escorted by commander stone face and the rest of the squad to the test chamber. Dr Phoenix pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and stopped in front of everyone. He cleared his throat and put his reading glasses.

“This is the High Energy Molecular Dematerialisation Relocation and Re-materialisation or HEMDRAR for short. Today we are going to prove that safe teleportation of our people is a very real possibility. HEMDRAR is going to teleport Mr Jacobs over here into a separate test chamber where he will be decontaminated and then checked for any abnormalities. I would like to go into greater detail but I think we have been holding this off for quite some time now. But first I would like you to see the area in which he will be relocated from, this way.”

He motions for us to follow and goes through a doorway; we follow him through into a large laboratory. There is a large glass container, large enough to fit a small battalion inside. He steps over towards a console and turns around “first as a demonstration I will show you the dematerialisation and re-materialisation of this metal spoon.”

He walks inside the glass room and places the spoon directly in the centre. He then walks out and closes the door behind him, creating a loud hiss as the room is locked creating an air-tight seal. He then shuffles over to a small console to his right and enters several codes and opens a safety cap, he pushes a small red button inside. The machine above whirrs to life spinning a small blue ball of energy. It looks like an evil death ray, except it’s directly above the glass room. A female voice speaks overhead “beam firing in Five... Four… Three… Two… One... Activate”

On ‘Activate’ a blue beam fires at the metal spoon and it immediately evaporates. The laser ceases and Dr Phoenix walks over to a large TV screen, he stares at it “watch” he says to no one in particular.

We all watch the screen for a few minutes, at first nothing happens but then the spoon slowly begins to re-materialise, first it is just a mist, then it is a blurred object, then its form completely takes shape.

Everyone stands aghast; I was a little scared about what was about to happen to me, being zapped into oblivion and then being reconstructed again. Well, it’s still something to put on my CV.

Dr Phoenix looks at a console to his left “Ah wonderful, it’s still at full power. Okay now I will show you the machine that makes it possible, follow me”

Dr Phoenix opens the door to the glass room and enters, I follow first, and everyone else follows me. Even commander stone face doesn’t like this area.

John nudges me in the side and mentions his vibe feeling, I immediately begin to worry. Dr Phoenix stands directly underneath the machine and points up at it “you see, this blue orb of energy is actually an orb of matter traveling at a very high velocity; half the speed of light to be precise, and when we add an atom shell or 10 electrons orbiting one proton, it creates a rupture. This rapture is contained within the electromagnetic field we have put up around it, and directed through the end if this nozzle, which explains the laser effect; however it still effects a large area, hence the size of this room. Now if I were to-“

Dr Phoenixes’ explanation was cut short when a large boom echoed across the facility. The boom was then followed by a tremendous earthquake. The door that was open shuddered violently and swung shut, creating an airtight seal. A metal shelf fell over onto a computer screen, creating a ton of sparks. The woman’s voice can be heard over the amount of noise generated by the earthquake.

Five… commander stone face jumps up and wobbles over to the door. He pulls a fist back and mashes the glass…

Four…

Three… he pulls his fist back again, standing tall despite the grounds tremors.

Two…

One… he hits the glass door again.

Activate…