A Story Idea

Introduction

Genetically modified organisms is what got this whole damn world in the mess it's in right now. Since the beginning of GMO, human resources have resulted into food options that eventualy limited their mobility, raised obesity, and even increased the rate of depression among human beings. Once everyone began to realize that this food was causing so many health issues, it became clear that they had to stop eating processes foods all together and start growing their own. A majority of humans converted to being strict vegetarians and grew their own gardens. Others, unfortunately, developed a different taste for protein and began eating each other, rather than hunt for animals. They figure the best way to prevent food corporations from gaining profit was to start an organization that allowed cannibalism.

It was a combination of PETA meets Chainsaw massacre, only they didn't violently attack innocent people with chainsaws—not at first. What they did was dissect the people who died of heart disease, diabetes, and what-not, cut away their fat that they fed to their dogs, and eat the rest. What people didn't understand was the the GMO food that was already digested from their new-found resources, was that it continues to mutate if consumed a second time. This started a chain of problems.

Once the mutation started, people could no longer wait for the others to die. It all started with nibbling on their fingers, and eventually their necks. Eventually their bites became deadly and began a stream of zombie-like apacolypse for the human race. The only difference is, no one is undead, they just have a hunger for people living and breathing. And the only people living and breathing who aren't affected by the GMO foods are the vegetarians.

I'm one of the lucky few who haven't been affected, nor will I ever. I'm a hunter—a survivalist. I live off the land and I refuse to buy from the grocery store. And because I have the ability to hunt and gather, I've become stronger, faster, I have developed more endurance than any person who buys their food, and my attention span is better. Since the cannibals began eating all the vegetarians, there has been more vegetation for herbivores to eat which leaves more herbivores for carnivorous creatures to eat. The animal population has, in fact, tripled since the beginning of this apocolypse, and what the humans fail to realize is that the more they eat one another, the less of them there will be, which will eventually lead the animal kingdom to completely take over.

Since the apocalypse began, I've uprooted myself and my son from the rural farmlands of Puyallup and into the foothills of the Cascades. We have built a cabin near a creek that provides us with enough water, surrounded by berry bushes, and enough deer and raccoons we can catch and eat. We've managed to live here for the last seven years without much trouble. We have had our run-ins with both the vegetarians and the cannibals. Neither had the human capacity to negotiate. The vegetarians are in the mindset of surviving, while the cannibals are in the mindset of eating. And because they're both still quite human (they simply lack the human capacity to connect with their emotions) killing them would be murder. Because surviving is what I'm an expert at doing, my goal isn't to survive. My goal is to live.