Out With A Bang

Dreams, they are what give us hope and yet leave us feeling hopeless all at one time. My imagination, hopes and dreams always get the best of me...but they’re all I have while living here on the streets. As long as I can remember its been like this and no matter the situation I would cling to some unlikely happening, knowing the likelihood of it ever coming to fruition. My name is Alexander Hernandez, I was born Septemeber 7th of 2001 and this is my story:

I never knew my parents. I was eight months old when the terrorists attacked the empire state building that frightful day in September. My mother had just gone back to work at my fathers firm two months prior, they were both lawyers. I was cared for by a nanny everyday after my parents left for work. When they never came back for me I was placed in an orphange and later foster home to foster home. My Great Aunt Evelyn is the only relative that ever reached out to me, she visited me while I was still a young boy in that orphanage. She was a sickly woman, when she would visit there would always be a helper right by her side. I would hear stories of how proud she was of my parents and the life they both lived. My moms laugh that would fill a room and my dads friendly but professional manner he had about him. I truly felt like I knew them. If I close my eyes and think hard enough; there they are. Every Sunday evening I looked forward to when Auntie Evelyn would make her appearance. When the visits came to a screeching halt I knew something must have happened to her. I was only 10yrs old...

Fast forward eight years, I turned 18 and knew not what was to become of me. Once my foster family stopped recieving a check from the government for me--I was of no use to them. I packed what little I had in a trashbag and was on my way. Where I was going I had no clue. Making a life for yourself in New York City with no previous working history, no education, and no means of transportation left me with no real life to call my own but only that of survival mode. Park benches on a clear night and enclosed slides on rainy...I had many spots all together I would go to sleep. As for food, I would rummage a resturants trash cans after they would close every night. Any extras they didnt serve got thrown in the back alley dumpster. After three months of being on the streets I got my first job as a dishwasher at a bar and grill on the bad part of town. It was only part time with 15hrs a week but it gave me money to buy food and a tent to sleep in at night. Life was finally starting to look up...fast forward yet another year and my place of employment closed for it’s doors due to a pandemic, Which brings me to current day:

MARCH 25TH, 2O2O

The whole city is shut down and word on the street was all the homeless in NYC are to be sent to a camp, what kind I’m not sure. Im writing this as I’m riding in what looks to be a prison bus yet none of us are prisoners. There’s an eery feeling in the air (am I the only one to sense somethings not right?)

He drops his pen and stares at the ceiling of the bus silently praying for his suspicions to not be true. When they arrive theres nothing in sight and his heart starts beating so fast he lost count. The driver orders for all of them to get off the bus. At this point many are rallying and refusing to get off the bus, and the man at the wheel grabs an AK47 and uses force...one man was shot and the rest followed through and complied. As soon as they got off the bus the driver sped away and left us for dead in the middle of no where. The homeless were not the governments top priority, low on the todem pole they fell. It was getting to be evening time and Alexander knelt down and fell asleep underneath a tree. When he awoke he was in a massive lab and was hooked up to machines so big they filled the room. Confused he found a binder and he began to read, it said that he was chosen out of his group that was left there that day. It said that he was going to be one of many people to be injected with the worldwide virus and he may or may not survive. He stopped reading and dropped the binder on his lap, thats when he noticed symbols and abbreviation A51 and then it hit him, he was a test subject at the most top secret headquarters for the United States--Area 51.