I'm actually writing a story right now and I've been planing a relationship between the hero and the villain for a while so it's awesome that this is here because I've already been planing some of these things and the others give me things to think about
"I just always assumed, you know? After the blast..." His words trailed off, the tone an equivalent of a shrug.
They were told to look for children in a certain age range, something about them being more receptive to the treatment the scientists were studying.
As you die, you travel down the bright tunnel and then everything turns to black. That's when you hear it: "Greetings, Prisoner 11384. You have served your sentence. You are free to go."
Prompt -- It's been so long, that no one knows why the walls were built. Nobody wants to leave.
No sun. Talán valami science fiction? Vaagy disztópia, igen, ez lesz az
The remains of the human race live in a glass dome with no entrance or exit, which protects them from the wasteland on the outside. One morning a dusty hand print appears on the outside.