INSANE-Chapter 1: The Beginning
“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.”
-Jean Dubuffet
Year 2075-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
I have just gotten elected President of the United States. President of the United States of America. You cannot even begin to imagine how that it feels. I keep on running those words through my tongue, President of the United States of America. But something is wrong. I don't know what. I just feel it. My first act as President of the United will be to drink a cup of tea.
Year 2077-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Everything has gone fine until now. Its the ****ing druggies. Theyve gone crazy, nobody knows why. Just yesterday Mason Bredford, the leader of the biggest drug cartel in the world killed himself and a bunch of his buddies. They are killing civilians too, like never before. The people are blaming it on me. I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.
Year 2079-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
I am still president a year after my term ended. The docs' figured out the engine behind the druggies' madness. In 2050, the druggies' began distributing a drug called "Eviet". Its much stronger than the other poisins, and it has much less consequences. Since then, it has become the primary choice of the druggies.
In 2075, the National Biohazard Protection Agency released a gas into the air of Earth to attempt to clear out the highly toxic fog that has accumulated over the time. The gas was put out to fast, it was untested, and dangerous. And when it collided with Eviet,well, that was where the problems started. Together it releases an air-transmittable toxin now known as Veat. Veat makes you go crazy, coo coo, whatever you want to call it. Its fairly slow, that is why we did not figure out it sooner. Their is NO antidote. No solution, its highly contagious, it is worse than death. Countries are closing their borders, China, Germany, England, the United States of America. But it is too late. We are all dead. All of us. Recently I got a phone call. My parents died in a quarintine in Virginia. I am going to be transported to a bunker in Antartica soon. I don't want to die. Please God, I don't want to die.
Year 2080-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Eviet has come to us. We don't know it got here. It just did. My wife is dead, my vice president is currently locked in a room waiting to die. We are all dead. We are all dead. We are ALL dead.
Year 2081-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses, And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!
I am the president of the United States of America. I am the president of the United States of America. No no no, im not. I am Humpty Dumpty, I'm Humpty Dumpty. Heeheee I killed Jack yesterday, pushed him down the hill I did. You know what me thinks? Me thinks that me is going INSANE.
...Well, that was awfully short.
You've got some common errors in your story, like mixing up "they're" with "their" and missing apostrophes.
You should work on the intro of the story. It's not much of an attention grabber. All I know is that the main character, John Priest, is President in 2075, and ****'s gone bad. I was expecting this, really.
Chapter 2: Me, Myself, and I
-Martin Houston-
I peeked out the window of the long deserted supermarket, checking for the crazies. None were out there. Good, I thought, I had not seen many crazies in this town. Not like I'd seen any other normal people. In fact, I had seen none since that faithful day. I still remember it, it is stuck in my head like a parasite, refusing to go away. I remember my fiance Monica. The day she died was the day we were to be married. I am glad I survived, something about me being immune. I really didn't care. I had hadn't cared much about anything since that day. It was a wonder the crazies hadn't eliminated me yet.
I placed my hand on the pistol in my jacket pocket, ya know. Just to make sure. The supermarket hadn't had much to loot, a couple bags of chips, a half rotten apple. Suddenly, I felt a huge push from behind me. I fell to the ground, scraping my face against the dirt. I got back up, only to be faced with a tanned face. But the eyes, the eyes caught my attention. They were filled with sadness, and despair. They were humane, they were my savior.
Already, her strong hands were pulling out a sharp knife from behind her back. She was going to kill me, she thought I was a crazy, she thought I was one of them. One of the enemy.
"NO NO NO, I'm not one of them, I'm not crazy, I'm like you!" I yelled, desperately. She seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do. In that time of insecurity, I pushed her off me. I pulled out my pistol, she couldn't kill me.
"Look, I'll prove it!" I said. "Ask me anything a crazy could never answer!"
"The name of the last president, of the United States?" The woman complied.
"John Edward Priest." I replied.
"You aren't one of them, you aren't one of them!" The woman said. My heart was pounding 1,000 beats a minute, a person. Finally. Someone who was not insane, someone that I could live my life with again. And that's when she dropped down, dead. A knife in her back. And as she fell, I caught the glimpse of the one that had just ruined my last chance. It was a crazy, a goddamn crazy.
INSANE-Chapter 1: The Beginning
“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.”
-Jean Dubuffet
Year 2075-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
I have just gotten elected President of the United States. President of the United States of America. You cannot even begin to imagine how that it feels. I keep on running those words through my tongue, President of the United States of America. But something is wrong. I don't know what. I just feel it. My first act as President of the United will be to drink a cup of tea.
Year 2077-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Everything has gone fine until now. Its the ****ing druggies. Theyve gone crazy, nobody knows why. Just yesterday Mason Bredford, the leader of the biggest drug cartel in the world killed himself and a bunch of his buddies. They are killing civilians too, like never before. The people are blaming it on me. I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.
Year 2079-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
I am still president a year after my term ended. The docs' figured out the engine behind the druggies' madness. In 2050, the druggies' began distributing a drug called "Eviet". Its much stronger than the other poisins, and it has much less consequences. Since then, it has become the primary choice of the druggies.
In 2075, the National Biohazard Protection Agency released a gas into the air of Earth to attempt to clear out the highly toxic fog that has accumulated over the time. The gas was put out to fast, it was untested, and dangerous. And when it collided with Eviet,well, that was where the problems started. Together it releases an air-transmittable toxin now known as Veat. Veat makes you go crazy, coo coo, whatever you want to call it. Its fairly slow, that is why we did not figure out it sooner. Their is NO antidote. No solution, its highly contagious, it is worse than death. Countries are closing their borders, China, Germany, England, the United States of America. But it is too late. We are all dead. All of us. Recently I got a phone call. My parents died in a quarintine in Virginia. I am going to be transported to a bunker in Antartica soon. I don't want to die. Please God, I don't want to die.
Year 2080-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Eviet has come to us. We don't know it got here. It just did. My wife is dead, my vice president is currently locked in a room waiting to die. We are all dead. We are all dead. We are ALL dead.
Year 2081-John Edward Priest-President of the United States
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses, And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!
I am the president of the United States of America. I am the president of the United States of America. No no no, im not. I am Humpty Dumpty, I'm Humpty Dumpty. Heeheee I killed Jack yesterday, pushed him down the hill I did. You know what me thinks? Me thinks that me is going INSANE.
END OF CHAPTER 1
"End of Chapter 1"
-Martin Houston-
I peeked out the window of the long deserted supermarket, checking for the crazies. None were out there. Good, I thought, I had not seen many crazies in this town. Not like I'd seen any other normal people. In fact, I had seen none since that faithful day. I still remember it, it is stuck in my head like a parasite, refusing to go away. I remember my fiance Monica. The day she died was the day we were to be married. I am glad I survived, something about me being immune. I really didn't care. I had hadn't cared much about anything since that day. It was a wonder the crazies hadn't eliminated me yet.
I placed my hand on the pistol in my jacket pocket, ya know. Just to make sure. The supermarket hadn't had much to loot, a couple bags of chips, a half rotten apple. Suddenly, I felt a huge push from behind me. I fell to the ground, scraping my face against the dirt. I got back up, only to be faced with a tanned face. But the eyes, the eyes caught my attention. They were filled with sadness, and despair. They were humane, they were my savior.
Already, her strong hands were pulling out a sharp knife from behind her back. She was going to kill me, she thought I was a crazy, she thought I was one of them. One of the enemy.
"NO NO NO, I'm not one of them, I'm not crazy, I'm like you!" I yelled, desperately. She seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do. In that time of insecurity, I pushed her off me. I pulled out my pistol, she couldn't kill me.
"Look, I'll prove it!" I said. "Ask me anything a crazy could never answer!"
"The name of the last president, of the United States?" The woman complied.
"John Edward Priest." I replied.
"You aren't one of them, you aren't one of them!" The woman said. My heart was pounding 1,000 beats a minute, a person. Finally. Someone who was not insane, someone that I could live my life with again. And that's when she dropped down, dead. A knife in her back. And as she fell, I caught the glimpse of the one that had just ruined my last chance. It was a crazy, a goddamn crazy.