Climate Change: The Apocalypsis, short story
Life in the caves is hard, in fact, it is really cold sometimes, and very hot at daytime. I find it really excruciating for me to sleep at night, but I am safe nonetheless and that's what's important.
I know my area very well, I've been here for many sunsets, but time is a concept that matters no more. I lost count of the days and time in general, since I haven't seen a human in a very, very long run, I don't know if they still exist. I am still
waiting for the day when I meet someone of my species, so maybe, just maybe, I could help to preserve our mankind.
I remember my mom from the time I was a kid. She used to tell me stories of my grandma and hers as well. She would say that was long ago when there were as many humans as grains of sand in a beach, and I would be just amazed because my mom is the only human I have ever met, but she tragically died because there wasn't enough water for the two of us, so she gave up all we had for me to drink.
That was the deepest pain I've ever felt, especially when recalling the stories she used to tell me. She would say that in immemorial time there were things called lakes, they were just water for us to drink, there were also rivers, water flowing all over the world, and especially, the most astonishing thing, the oceans: Vast amounts of salty water that kept moving back and forth and seemed to never end, where people sailed on by using things called boats throughout that deep blue.
I remember that when I was very young there weren't as many droughts as there are now, but I don't think anything like a river could have ever existed. It's just too much impossible to fathom since I have never seen anything like that in any single place in all my life.
Most of the water I get is just in form of droplets that fall from the cave I live in, but I have never seen a place like the one my mom described, and I probably never know.
The only thing I know is that I am one of the last humans that exist, according to my mom there are not more than a couple of hundreds, so I just hope that if humans manage to survive this disaster, they won't make the same mistakes as past generations did before.
I wish I lived on a planet which had water,as my mom used to tell me it was before the age of humans.
By Daniela Maya, Step 11.
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