All Chapters of Humanity's Last Resort: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sound of a school bell ringing filled the halls. Within seconds, the hallways of Mountain Elm High School became packed with students all heading towards the front door. Two students were weaving through the crowd.“Come on Heather, if you move this slow, you’ll get run over,” yelled Chris, a brown-haired boy with green eyes, pulling on a girl’s arm.“Careful Chris, I’m going as fast as I can!” exclaimed Heather, a black-haired girl with brown eyes, trying not to trip.They moved into a compact room to avoid being trampled.“What was that for?” questioned Heather.“Hey, I didn’t want us getting run over, because you move too slow. Plus, we don’t want

“And what are the names of your passengers?” the woman asked. “Heather Chapsman and Christopher Woodsen,” Francis answered. “We received a message from your father. I’m assuming you have the package?” “Yes, I brought it with us.” “Please pull ahead and park anywhere,” the woman ordered. Francis pulled into a parking space. Two cars had arrived before them. One was a black SUV with two people in their late seventies inside while the other was a red sports car with a young couple in their early thirties inside. The older family walked up to the teens and greeted them. “Well, hello. I’m glad to see such youngsters this interested in history,” said the old man, shaking Chris’ ha

Chris followed Francis into the conference room. Max and Carmella were eagerly waiting at the end of the table. Evan and Garret were also already there, but Nicole was nowhere to be found. Heather arrived shortly after and stood next to Chris. Chris leaned over to Heather and whispered something in her ear. “We need to talk after this meeting.” Heather nodded in response. Max cleared his throat. “Would someone be so kind and go track down Nicole? She’s five minutes late,” Max asked. Chris and Heather volunteered to go. As they were walking down the hall, Heather asked Chris what he wanted to speak to her about. “Francis interrogated me about the marriage,” Chris said. “Did you tell him the truth?” Heather asked in response.

Heather left Chris to go track Evan down. She remembered hearing something about the workshop, so she decided that would be a fair place to start. The workshop was at the end of the main corridor, right before the main hallway. The inside of this room looked like a cozy little workshop, except it wasn’t little. There was a wide variety of tools hanging on the back wall. Against the left wall were the large tools that stood on their own. The place looked like a small hardware store. Heather found Evan at the table, saw cutting away pieces of Nicole’s door. On the ground next to him were two strips that were three feet long, four inches wide, and an inch and a half high. “Can you get one more strip from that door?” Heather asked, walking up behind Evan. Evan jumped away from the table saw. He sat on the ground agai

He arrived at his bedroom. The bedside clock read 11:23. Four hours had passed since he left for the outside. He removed the sword from his waist and laid down on his bed. He noticed the coloring on the sheath was not the same as it was before he left. It was faded. Chris drew the sword. The sword slid out, followed by a trail of dust. The edges of the sword were no longer sharp, making it look as if he had cast aside the sword in a river and forgotten it.Chris recalled hearing the message from Daniel stated that the air is currently corrosive. He carefully returned the blade to its sheath as to not scatter anymore dust in his room.Chris laid back on his bed. He took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his pictures. Picture by picture, he relived the memories of his past self. Seeing those pictures filled his heart with joy, sorrow, and anger.