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Why I left the City

I'm sorry for not posting recently. I had business to attend to that came before the blog. Anyways, I'm back now and ready to continue posting. When I was a child, everyone in New York City was on the same level, trying to live through the chaos, unlike what you experience in your time. It was wonderful, everyone worked together. People had gotten past things like race or religion, and were working together in harmony. At least, until the Devil's Fist came onto the scene.

The Devil's Fist is a gang that is a brutal as it is mysterious. Before they came along, crime was disorganized. But then, it rapidly started becoming more organized, which was the first clue that something was off. Then they showed themselves. Brandishing gruesome tattoos and masks covering their face, they were terrifying. They took over the streets, ruling with an iron fist. Anyone who questioned their authority was immediately killed. Luckily, Joseph Penn was there to combat their power.

Joseph Penn was once a respected businessman, but was brought down by the Chaos. The Chaos is my term for the time when chaos rained in the world. He was reduced to owning a small gang, which he grew with time. Unlike the Devil's Fist, which only wanted to spread chaos, Penn saw criminals as an end to a means. He wanted control of New York, but only to protect the city that was so dear to him. It was because of Penn that I was able to escape.

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Day Six

When I woke up on the sixth day, the calm before the storm was over, and now the tempest was upon me. Remembering Sam’s offer, I decided I’d rather try my luck at the city than stay here where I had no protection. I wish I had made this decision earlier. I would have been prepared, and things would have been so different. But I still persisted. It’s saved my life countless times. Anyways, it was too late to gather any supplies as I’d freeze to death if I didn’t keep moving. And keep moving I did, until I couldn’t continue any longer. At that point I found a large tree with an opening in the bottom large enough to let me crawl through. There were all sorts of insects and who knows what else, but it was warm, and I quickly fell asleep.

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Day Five

On the fifth day, the winds started. I was awoken early in the morning before the sun rose. when I heard a great howl. But this was no wolf. Wolves were near extinct by this point. No, this was a gale. The wood hut I lived in gave poor protection against the wind, and it blew right through the gaps between the wood. I felt hopelessly vulnerable, an aura destruction looming in the air. I got up, shivering. When I went outside to investigate, I was nearly knocked off my feet because of how thin I was. To my surprise, I saw a figure in the fields in the distance. 

Deciding to investigate, I made my way towards the mysterious person, grabbing onto objects whenever I got the chance.“Who’s there?” I shouted, only barely able to overpower the wind enough to get my voice heard. It looked at me, and I was instantly paralyzed. I waited for it to do something, but all I got was a wave. Relieved, I went the rest of the way to the person. It was Sam. Sam was a long time friend of mine who had helped me through the death of my grandfather. “Why are you here? Why are you stealing food? I thought you were better than this.”

“You don’t understand,” said Sam as he explained the situation, “For the first three days, I didn’t make much of the snow either. Then it started getting colder. I explained it away as me just not being used to it, though something just didn’t sit right with me. When the winds started, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I decided to stock up on food in case things get even worse. Anyways, I have to go. If you don’t want to come, that’s okay. I’ll give you time to think it over. I’ll be waiting in the city.”

And just like that, he was gone, heading to the city. I tried to get sleep that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Sam’s offer. That day, we were called off due to the winds. It’d be near impossible to work with these gusts, so we just huddled in our houses, trying to keep warm. While the cold was miserable, it was nothing compared to what I’d eventually have to go through, but that’s a story for another day.

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Day Four

When I awoke the next day, I felt cold. I didn’t have any covers to pull over me because of the heatwave. This left me with a strange feeling of foreboding. I didn’t feel this cold the day before. I shrugged it off, and went to the fields as usual. God, I wish I had thought more of it. If I had, I’d be prepared for the apocalypse to come. But I didn’t, and now I’ve paid for my ignorance. Had I been ready, much of what I’ve had to go through would have never happened. 

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Day Three

Independence Day that year was delightful. The owner of the plantation I worked on decided to have a social dinner to heighten our moods from merely cheerful to outright joyous. While a mere three days ago me and my fellow farmers were depressed and without hope, our spirits now stood renewed as hope soared within not only me but the entire world.

"A toast," said the plantation owner who was only marginally less thin than the rest of us, "To this miracle of nature, and to hope. For returning this great nation to its former glory and maintaining the ideals held by George Washington."

It was a joyous occasion, with much talking and eating. None of us knew the hell that we'd soon have to go through. If we did, we'd have already started stockpiling food. But at the time, we were having a blast. I can barely even describe it because of the painful memories that would follow. That was the first and last full meal I've ever had and probably ever will have.

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Day Two

The day after the snow started, it was back to working in the fields. I forgot to mention it, but I lived in rural New York. I used to live in the city, but something that I’ll get into in a later entry forced me away. I was once well off, now reduced to a poor farmer. What had the world come to? Anyways, now’s not the time to reflect. Work in the fields was hard, but the snow put a break in the monotony that was quite honestly very refreshing. Aside from that, the day was uneventful.

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Day One

The day the snow began to fall started out like any other. I was walking to work in the fields, and not driving because cars had recently been banned. Most people worked in the fields after the famine, and for good reason too. I was surprised to see large crowds of people looking up. It bewildered me as to what they were doing. I thought they were all going insane, until I saw what they were looking at. The sky was cloudy, which was strange enough on its own as clouds were rare. 

What really was surprising was the fact that it was snowing. It was surreal, that early June morning. A snowflake gracefully landed on my shoulder, and I felt an emotion I haven’t felt in a very long time. My weary face curled into a smile, the first sign of happiness since I was a child. I was also glad to hear that I got the day off due to this miracle of nature. I went to see the relatives who survived the famine, and had a pleasant day, our moods lightened by the snow.

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What are the Frozen Earth Chronicles?

The year was 2137 when the snow started. It wasn’t a futuristic paradise before then like you’re imagining in your head. This world is more... Grounded. The technology is only marginally more advanced than today because in your near future you’ll hit the ceiling of what humanity can do with the resources of our world. Sadly, there has yet to be a successful colony so getting more resources to continue research is out of the question. Some succumbed to the elements, others to bankruptcy leading to complete isolation. If there are any still operational, they’re separated from the outside world. In a way I pity them.

People continued to ignore climate change. In 2020, President Trump backed out of the Paris Agreement, which led to others following suit. Within three years, the Agreement was all but gone. The climate change alarmist movement faded until they became a fringe group. The sad thing is, they were right. And things got to the point that global warming became as laughable as the Flat Earth. Anyone who believed in it was endlessly teased. Nobody noticed or even cared when the prices for gas or even food and water. 

Then, in 2064, a heatwave like none other happened. The world’s deserts began to expand, the Sahara engulfing nearly all of Africa. I remember learning about it in school, how nearly all of Europe lost its food production to the encroaching deserts. Half a billion starved to death starting in 2089. My grandfather was one of them. I loved him so much, but there wasn’t enough food for my entire family. He sacrificed himself so we’d have one less person to share our little food between, as he was going to die soon anyways. Because of him I’m still alive today. The famine never really ended as much as there weren’t enough people to keep it going. 

Even though people stopped dying, worse things were still yet to come. Food was scarce, and countries would do anything to get it. America annexed Canada to get what little colder lands were left. Brazil conquered its neighbors to survive while Africa unified diplomatically. Europe entered a state of perpetual on and off warfare. I didn’t know at the time, but America was working on a project to fix the climate. They used a special aerosol that reflected light to combat the greenhouse gases. 

What they didn’t know was that a chemical reaction caused it to multiply and duplicate until it blocked out nearly all sunlight. Still, society managed to rebuild itself and that’s how I am able to contact you all. Abandoned labs had ways to send information back in time, but nothing more. So I decided to send my information here, so I can reflect on the past, tell my story, and try to prevent the awful events I describe now from happening.