New Age

I raise my flags, don my clothes
                   The cold night air of the wasteland cut through his cloths and whipped in his hair. He pulled his jacket closer to him and tucked the red flag deeper into the crease of his arm. He could see the faint glow of the Hut in the distance. He was almost there. He smiled slightly at the thought. He couldn't wait to see her. The women of his dreams was waiting for him there.

It's a revolution, I suppose
                   Three years. Three years the world had been fighting and now they would make their ultimate move. It wasn’t their fault. They weren’t the ones who chose to live they life they were condemned to. Fate had chosen them it seemed and now fate made them fight. There was no way out. Now they all suffered

We're painted red to fit right in
Whoa
                   As he drew closer to the Hut he stepped lightly over bodies and derby. The ground around him was littered with them. His worlds, his cloths, were painted red like his flag. He couldn't help the chuckle that spread when he thought of the rust red that surrounded him. It reminded him of his beloved. Of everything they had been through and more.

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
                   The bodies below his feet where old and decaying having died long ago. They were left to show dishonor. The prisoners around him had been nothing more then hired meet that escaped the nearby jail. Sent to fight as a punishment for their crimes in a battle they would never win. Compared to him and his kind they were nothing. They were weak he was strong. As if to prove his point, the wind picked up and blew the loose piece of fabric he called a shirt around him to reveal his toned and fatal body.

This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
                   Apocalypse that is what they had called it, though no one would have thought that it would happen this way. Human vs. “human” the stronger would survive.  And he planned to be the winning side.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
                   When he thought back to that day that changed it all, he could remember the chill in the air. There had been something, though he couldn’t tell what at that time, that had chilled him to the bone. It wasn’t until later in the day that he realize what was going on.

Enough to make my systems blow
                   They had been told that they were in danger. Their government had made to many enemies. People had always said that nuclear war would be the beginning of the end but they had no idea. The bombs blew up in Denver first and nature did the rest, the wind and rain spreading the radioactive partials.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age
                   Those who survived the initial death and diseases that rid the land found themselves changing. This was not the last time or place where it would happen. Five more bombs, somewhere in Canada, Mexico, South America, Greenland, and Japan, all are reaping the same results. Now the humans were two species, the plain, and the changed.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age
                   So for everyone it was the beginning of the end. The changes were gradual at first then dramatic. Unlike in the movies where people mutated and grew claws and fur the results were far worse. Physical change was not uncommon. Those who were mutated, changed, often grew in size and mass. An average changed child could lift 100 pound with their pinky finger. They were super human.

Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Those who got the most dosages were the ones most affected. Physical changes were normal for all the changed but mental changes only occurred in those closest to the initial shock. The ones that the changed now affectionately called Radiominds had IQ’s of 200 pulse. They were the ones who lead the revolution.

Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

That wasn’t all. There were others who were feared among the plain. The ones who were truly Radioactive, as the term went, were the ones to be feared. The normal changed often found themselves with little brainpower but great strength. The Radiominds found themselves with genius intelligence but not much mussel. But the Radioactive they had it all. These people often looked like the movies predicted. With 250 plus IQ’s and bodies of gods, they presented a threat. Not only that, but many Radioactives’ grew with extra arms or legs after the changing process, mutating farther than most. Some even sprouted wings in their backs, which were leathery and bonny. These were the ones that the plain feared, these where their demise on the battlefield.

All systems go, the sun hasn't died

He was only feet away from the Hut when the sun began to peek from behind the horizon painting a majestic picture. He turned to it, closing his eyes, soaking in its warmth. The sun was a rare thing in his neck of Alaska and each day with it was a blessing. Slowly he stretched out the leathery wings on his back, allowing them to relax and extend to their full with, soaking in the sun.

Deep in my bones, straight from inside

 He heard the door open behind him but he didn't turn.

     "It's time," said the voice beside him and he nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. The girl stepped up beside him and watched his face with a gentle look. She presented a kind smile to him that made his heart skip. He observed her from the corner of his vision, keeping an eye on horizon. She was beautiful. Her deep red hair played tricks on his sight as it blew and flickered in the early morning sun. She had the natural beauty that had become a thing associated to Radiominds.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

"I can feel it. Can't you? There is something in the air today. Maybe it will finally end. Spot says that they are coming around the hill and should be here by midday. Maze Fire is preparing the troops. This will be our last battle, maybe even the last battle. Radar got in touch with Spark. 17th unit should be done fighting soon," she paused in her ranting, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. He glanced at her watching, her throw back her head and soak in the sun. "I can't believe it’s finally over, after all this time. You know Meg's cried herself to sleep last night. I feel bad for her. After all, tomorrow she will be fighting her own kind, possibly even her family. I guess that the price you pay when you side with freedom." She opened her eyes again in time to watch the sun make it past the horizon.

 
Enough to make my systems blow
            "When it's all over, what do you think will happen? We have a lot to rebuild. I'm already drawing up some sketches but I'm still nerves. Today is the day you know." and he did know. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. He could feel it again, it chilled his bones just like last time but this time he was ready. This time he would win. He turned to the girl beside him and gently placed a hand on her stomach where his future, their future lay. The joy was there, the feeling was there inside her. Today would be the end, tomorrow would be the beginning.
      "Go back inside." he said, his deep voice made the air seem to shake. "Tomorrow's a big day. Let the doctor take care of you. I promise I will be back in time to see our son born." She smiled up at him and nodded, turning back to the Hut and slipping inside. He breathed in the cool morning air and smiled.
Welcome to the new age

(Song writes belong to Imagine Dragons. I only wrote the story)