All Chapters of Humanity's Last Resort: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Heather, wait a minute. I’m coming with you,” Chris said.“Huh? Wait, don’t tell me you want to take a shower with me,” Heather shrieked.Chris went back into the room and grabbed a drawstring bag and filled it with clothes. He ran out of the room and met up with Heather.“You never answered my question,” Heather said.“And what if I said I did want to shower with you?” Chris asked.Heather turned away from Chris and buried her face in her hands. Chris could tell that what he said embarrassed her.“You know I’m only kidding. However, the showers are all in one room with large dividers in between, so don&rsquo

A bright light shone into Chris’ eyes. He could feel the wind rushing through his hair. A blue sky welcomed him once he opened his eyes. Chris looked below him; the world below him was non-existent. He was falling into an endless abyss.For a moment, he felt at peace. All of his troubles flew away in the wind. As he fell, the abyss below him formed into an empty field. The field was green and full of life. As he got closer to the ground, the green fields burned away and became a field of ash.His body hit the ground, causing his surroundings to become enveloped in a cloud of ash. As the dust settled, two figures emerged from the cloud. Their bodies were charred and could no longer able to be identified. The first figure stepped forward and spoke. “Why Chris? Why did you leave us to die?”“I&r

Multiple shelves containing various balls and other equipment, such as hockey sticks, tennis rackets, frisbees, and more, sat in the far back of the storage room. Chris walked back to the shelves and scanned over the equipment.“Do you see anything that you want to do?” Heather asked.“Since you wanted me to talk to you about my emotions and I wanted to do something else, I thought just throwing a frisbee back and forth would be a good compromise. This will allow us to talk to each other while being active, and I’ve always found throwing a frisbee to be very relaxing.”“That sounds good, but let me warn you, I’m terrible at throwing.”“Don’t worry, I already know that.”

Chris excused himself and left the cafeteria. He found himself wandering back to the gym storage room. Before the world ended, Chris enjoyed building household items like furniture or shelves. He located a large box with a picture of a basketball hoop on the side. He dragged the box onto the gym floor and cut open the box. Metal pipes and bars rolled onto the floor. He tipped the box over and slid out the backboard, rim, and the base. Chris started by attaching the rim to the backboard along with the height adjusters. He fast two narrow support beams at the bottom of the large pole and another long narrow pole that attached to the middle of the big pole and the back of the height adjuster. Chris had difficulty tightening some bolts because they required him to move his hand in such a way that hurt his injured hand. He tightened the bolts that connected the ba

Chris arrived at the arranged meeting place. Jackson was already waiting, with a box in hand, containing the suit and sheaths used in the demonstration.“Well, today’s the day. Are you nervous at all, Chris?” Jackson asked.“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t,” Chris answered.“That’s expected. It’s our first time meeting anyone from the rest of the world. For a month we’ve been confined to these walls. And for the first time, we’re breaking free.”“That was a great motivational speech, if I would have been there to hear all of it,” Evan said, walking up to Jackson.“Well, now that we’re all here, I think it’s time for us to