We are Weapons

 

Chapter 2

“Mom! Mom! Please don’t do this! Please no!” I screamed in terror as I saw her filling up another injection. This was my third dose this week and I absolutely despised them. I begged my mom to let me go, to free me from the straps that she used to bound me to her operating table. I didn’t want to feel pain anymore. I hated this. My eyes widened in fear as she turned the needle towards me, her face impassive as usual. Tears leaked down my cheeks but she didn’t say anything. Mom wasn’t like this. I wanted my mother back. The one who would tuck me in and kiss my forehead to make everything bad in life vanish away. This isn’t my mom. It took everything in me not to scream when she stuck the needle inside my arm, letting the paralysis take control over me. It was a horrible feeling, one that sent an overwhelming number of images to my brain making me writhe in pain. My brain felt like it was going to explode from the information overload and just when I thought it couldn’t take more -

I have been getting more of my memories and let me tell you, it hasn’t been a pleasant experience. It feels like there are two versions of me and I don’t know who I am or who I was. None of my memories make any sense even though I know they supposedly happened to me. It’s like I don’t even know myself and that’s the worst feeling of all when you lose your identity. Sometimes I become angry at the fact that I was lied to so many times by my own mother while other times it feels like I am lying to myself  because in the back of my head I know this happened to me but I’m just pretending to not believe it. 

There are other information I have recovered. More important information even though it’s just bits and pieces. My mother apparently was the founder of this programme called Project Evolution. 

I don’t know much about it but after the war and destruction that literally broke our world, my mom and some other scientists were put in charge of finding a way to fix the different parts in our world, whether it being healthcare, construction, food or water. Apparently my mother was placed in the healthcare department, specifically to study those adults who had turned into cannibals a few years after the main war ended. 

I remembered seeing some of her notes where she had drawn different diagrams of the brain  in the cannibals and in normal adults and she found some significant changes in them. The cannibals were evidently very aggressive in their behaviour and their brain showed signs of underdevelopment. The adults had been faced with extreme signs of stress and depression as when the rebuilding process started, a lot of pressure was put on them to get work done and without any technology that had been destroyed in the war, the process was quite a challenge. Eventually this caused a sense of hopelessness in them and, as per my mother’s notes, this hopelessness was one of the major factors that caused depression in them. As for them turning into cannibals, the lack of food was a huge trigger. 

During war or even in the aftermath, people take drastic measures to survive. And since the lack of food was and exponentially rising problem, the already stressed and depressed adults acted desperately. Which basically means that since proper food was decreasing, the adults moved on to next potential ‘food.’ Humans. It was disgusting really, seeing images of cannibals feasting on human flesh and seeing their inner parts of the brain etched in my mind. But the worst part was seeing their transformation. 

My mother had drawn and printed a few diagrams that explained some of the changes in their body, specifically in their digestive system. Their enzymes had changed such that they were able to digest human flesh. Not to mention, their nervous system had weakened which caused their brain to become weaker. That would explain why cannibals are not able to think or act rationally. 

But the fact that cannibals are still on the loose is what scares me. I am a seventeen year old teenage girl all alone in an abandoned city with a mixed up brain. How hard can this be?

Heyyy guys!! Sorry I took this long to update. This was kind of like a filler chapter but I really wanted to give you a glimpse of what happened during and after the war. It’s not really the best chapter and I am really sorry for that. I have just finished my weighted assessments 3 and I have been feeling really unmotivated, both in studying and writing this story. I really don’t want to discontinue this story so I promise I will try to get my ideas straight. My next exams are End of years in late September and I am dead scared for that. Hopefully I can do well. Do comment and share this blog if u liked my stories! Thanks!