Walking To My Death

When my eyes opened up, they had a little trouble adjusting to the light level as although I had a window looking to the outside, it was still nighttime.

Once I saw again, I noticed that I was in an old run-down jail cell, one that seemed to have been recently dis-occupied as the 'bathroom' was still full.

Everything was quiet for a long time, and all I could do was look out the window and at the stars right above the wall surrounding the building I was currently in.

I couldn't enjoy the silence for long, however, as almost out of nowhere, there was knocking on my door to which I went to open without any hesitation. After all, anyone outside this cell already had the power to enter the room by force if they truly wished.

As soon as I opened the door, I decided to punch the man standing right outside the door since I knew that I would probably die anyway.

Before I could actually land my punch, though, he just looked at me and tased me, causing me to fall to the ground and shout.

Unlike what I had expected, he just stood there silently, waiting for me to get back up.

Once I did, there was just awkward silence. I was waiting for him to talk, but from what I could see, he seemed to be unaware of his surrounding, like he was stuck in some sort of daydream; I decided that it would be best just to wait.

However, eventually, I couldn't go any longer and opened my mouth to speak; before I could, however, he beat me to it.

"So intriguing to have one such as yourself here; it's an honor to meet the leader of the resistance; I've heard stories about you; you really thought you would get away, right?"

"The what now… wait, can you hear me?" I asked, confused at whether or not he was still daydreaming because I knew for a fact that nothing he said right now had anything to do with me.

I originally expected him to continue ignoring me and continue talking or to wake up from his daydream. Still, instead, he just showed disappointment, sighed, and straightened up before walking over to the corner of the cell and turning on the lights before speaking again, in a now more condescending tone.

"God, people like you are so boring, we are all going to die anyway, couldn't you at least have gone along with it? You know, being left alone here only to kill people before dying myself gets boring after a while."

I was surprised by how carelessly he talked about murder, and from the look in his eyes, it didn't seem as though he was faking it.

It was obvious that he wasn't an agent or trained specialist since he lacked any professionalism. At first, I assumed that he might have gotten used to killing, but at most, this facility should only have started to receive prisoners a couple of days ago, depending on when I woke up.

"Sorry to disappoint, I was never really one for the arts. Still, I do have to need to ask, who are you?"

"A government agent"

"I'm not that stupid, you know; there is no way a government agent would be anything like you, now be honest, who are you?"

"Well, that's quite rude; I thought that at the very least I would make a passable agent."

"C'mon, be honest, who are you?"

"I'm just a normal soldier. What did you expect? We had to basically set up an execution station in prisons nearby where you and God knows how many others tried to escape and were captured.

We didn't exactly have all the time in the world to pick out the most qualified people, plus personally, I think I've got talent when it comes to doing this"

"Wait, but what happened to retreat to the US? I mean, did they just leave you here behind to die?"

"Pffft, hahahahahahaha… Oh my god, I forgot you people actually believed that, god your idiots; no wonder you ended up here."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you seriously think that after only Asia and parts of Europe contained the radiation from the blast, the US would willingly let tons of radioactive people with radioactive objects make their way to the US in mass? I mean, honestly."

"But, the radio message..."

"Yea, the radio message, because knowing full well that you morons would begin revolting, we would continue to transmit our orders to a channel you would now have easy access to; after all, it's not like we had any other way to communicate."

"..." it was only after he said those words that I realized just how blinded by hope I had been, just how easily I had walked right into the trap; honestly, I wasn't even mad; I was just disappointed in myself.

"Thanks, you know, I've taken a liking to you, most people scream or cry begging for mercy, this has been the single interesting conversation I had all day, So I'll honestly answer any one thing that you ask me, as long as it is within my ability to do so of course."

"...What will happen... to my family?..."

"I think you already know the answer to that question, but if you want me to go into detail, I would be able to say that they will either die of dehydration or be killed in the anarchy that will probably ensue.

From what I was informed of before being left here, the US is taking as much water as possible to the mainland and starting an underground society using bunkers originally made to survive a nuclear fallout to block the heat from the sun.

Meaning that chance is with the US isolating itself and taking as many resources as possible with it, everywhere else will probably descent into anarchy over almost negligible resources. On the bright side, though, you'll die before any of it happens, aren't you so lucky."