The Toxic Remnants (Science fiction-horror tale)

The landscape was that of a city with buildings full of mold, where you could see the different rocks of the structures protruding.

To the north we saw a rotten building, as if a dinosaur had taken a big bite and ripped that part of the building off like a piece of pie, exposing the innards of the creatures that lived inside, now gone. .

The streets were littered with rubbish.

Nature had done its relentless work, filling all the places with jungle and vegetation. surroundings.

Looking up, I saw a sky that was completely toxic. Invaded by an intense red color that dominated the entire horizon and that when there was a lot of breeze, very strong winds, it went down to ground level, ending any possibility of life: plants, animals, bacteria, microbes, everything disappeared.

Those who were lucky and managed to survive would suffer the most terrible mutations.

This was the cause of a huge number of disappearances on the planet and is nothing more than proof of the late trial to create a chemical compound that would accelerate the evolution of all the creatures on the planet.

The military had failed again, blaming their scientists, when it was the people who were in high command who were responsible for this atrocity, wanting to play gods, to have more power than the creator himself.

Thus leading to all this terrible fatality of seeing people with three arms, humanoids with one leg that could move in a rather strange way, jumping on their vertical axis to be able to move, even supporting themselves with their two hands in front as if they were a tricycle touring around the new landscape.

The whole situation was quite bleak, but this was the new world, a terrible and post-apocalyptic world that all those who ignored it had to live in the year 2023 when they were warned that they should stop hurting the planet, polluting the waters, if more empathic with nature and with their other congeners.

Today I am telling this story like a good minstrel handed down from generation to generation.

Two thousand years have passed since the event and we have come from another galaxy to rebuild the planet.

We are the race of the etamilos: one of those races that the earthlings dreamed of knowing and simply thought that there was the possibility that there was life in some of the confines of the universe, but they were not ready for us.

We do for them and now is the moment in which we come to rebuild the vestiges that remain of the human race.

This is my story for today.