All Chapters of On the Origin of Humanity: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  Life is a wild journey. It's entirely up to you whether you enjoy the journey or scream.   On a roller coaster, you might be high in the air one moment and then plummet to the ground the next, only to rise again. The ups might be frightening, or you can appreciate the view from there. It is up to you to determine what you will make of it. The roller coaster will not change for you; it will continue to travel up and down until you exit it.   And It's the same for everyone who rides the roller coaster. It will rise and fall, rise, and fall, something like that. Some people will appreciate it, while others will not. Life, in my opinion, is a roller coaster ride. You experience highs and lows. The difference between life and a roller coaster is that you can get off if you don't like it on the roller coaster. You can rejoin if you change your mind later.   But regrettably, life does not enable you to get off, u

"Shall we assist them?" Marina's question jarred Peter out of his stupor. He confronted her as though she'd flowered three heads. “What are you talking about? Have you really gone insane? We can't help them with anything that is going on over there." He slid into a seated position by reclining against the elevator facade, burying his head in his palms, his forearms lounging on his thighs. After a few nervous minutes, Peter groaned and lifted his head, his eyes overflowing with rage as he scowled at the three of us. Marina frowned. “What do you mean by that?” "Now wait for a second," Daniel interjected. "Die?" I asked, effectively cutting Daniel off. It seemed like horrible things were going on, however it appeared exaggerated. Are people really dying? "Yeah, drop dead. Those screams aren't generated by people who are watching a scary movie. Something else is occurring, and individuals are dying. That noise out there is complete annihilation," Peter said harshly. At the time

It was a lovely September day. The surrounding was quiet as usual and the chirping of birds could be the only sound you'll hear. The sky was clear and blue, with not a cloud in sight. The leaves had begun to turn crimson and yellow, painting the world in the rich colors that Amsterdam was famed for.The summer grass was still green, but a few leaves had fallen, and a guy with one arm was approaching my vehicle window. For some reason, his other left arm was missing. I looked outside my window to inspect his situation, and just like how I saw Josefa, I noticed that he was very similar to her. Only that his eyes were quite... pale yellow.I exclaimed. What the hell on earth was really happening?My brief relief exploded and deflated, leaving disappointment in its wake. When I was still in that building before, I thought that whatever was happening was only limited to our office. But now that I've seen it, it dawned on me that it wasn't the case. While it had occurred to me that what was

  With the passage of time, the beautiful light blue sky has begun to darken. The sun had already set, and the breeze of the air had begun to turn much cooler in comparison to how humid it had been before. The sounds of chattering birds, the cicadas, and the distinct birching of each leaf from its trees have all faded away. And the only thing we could hear was the noise from our automobile.   My brow scrunched as I spotted the identical path we'd taken earlier. When I knew I was correct, I tried to look out the window for a clear indication. We’re going back to Old Chatham.   In the deep shadows of the trees, I halted and diverted my gaze, inspecting the route we were heading to. Despite the darkness, my 20/20 eyesight allows me to see every patch of grass and sinkhole as if it were midday. The road was deserted save for a few abandoned vehicles and buildings and three rotten in the distance, which was to be anticipated. Of cour

I snapped out my thoughts away as I looked at the main entrance and observed the large graffiti with the words 'U.S. ARMY' written on it. It was painted in black and yellow colors, and it was surrounded by a brick wall and standard-size black-picket fences on all sides.Justine smiled at me as he tapped me on my shoulders. “Come on inside, let’s go.”“Yeah,” is the only thing I replied.I followed him inside the base, my gaze wandering everywhere. As usual, Peter was in front of us. The entire place was deafeningly silent, and it appeared that no one else was there except us. I believe we came here to stay and partly because Justine knew someone from the base. But, judging by how things are looking right now, I believe it will be just the three of us again.Staying here doesn't seem too horrible either. I mean, it could serve as a safe haven for us. Who knows? We can stay here for whoever knows how long until we got rescued. Or will any rescuers ever arrive now? I let out a heavy sigh