Writing Prompt

I trembled as I see the picture of me on the wanted list, I knew why It was there, I have a infinite supply of precious oreos. Food is the most valuable item in the apocalypse, every day an average of approximately ten million peoples dies from starvation according to an expert in my refuge. I am ignorant of who spoiled the information of me having infinite oreos, but I acknowledged that some bandits are already looking after me. Individuals would die for my foods, I couldn’t imagine what they would done if they successfully discovered my exact location, these bandits are monsters hidden under the skin of human.

My refuge though, were not just a weak prey, we are mostly armed with weapons. We are made of more than 200 refugees, land of two miles long and wide. It was single-handily built by me with my unlimited supply of foods, survivors were attracted and gathered by it. This huge advantage of food managed to allow us developed much faster than other. Desperate scavengers in need of food or refuge traded us for food, they gave us weapons, materials, and even people.

The pros of infinite oreos were all said, but the cons influenced us dramatically too. Hungry raiders had all tried to raid our food, other refuge was unwilling to help us out. Inside of our refuge, there was also people who wanted to know the secret of our food source, they would murder me in order to discover it. I’ve only told the one I have trust in about the secret of my identity and power, but it seems like someone betrayed me. My bounty raised once again, now everyone on earth knows that the leader of the most successful refuge is a kid, and that he can spawn infinite oreo.

I love desserts. From Reese’s cups to KitKats, I love them. For Christmas, I wished for infinite desserts. I woke up grinning and jumped out of bed excitedly. So when I saw a door with a sign saying “INFINITE OREOS”, I just couldn’t resist. It was right by my bed. So I’ve been snacking ever since. One day, I saw a newspaper article in the mailbox. “Oreo Bandits” was the title. The Oreo bandits are bandits who smell Oreos from miles away. I immediately realized I’m in trouble. Then, a bunch of bandits showed up and said “show me the Oreos”. I didn’t want to anger them, so I showed them. They dived in and shoved them in their mouth. I heard their nasty chewing and their face was covered in filling, with crumbs all over their mouths. The smell of chocolate was overwhelming.

Next Christmas, I did not wish for desserts.

This is it. This is the end for me. Goodbye to everyone I never loved. You see, they are after me. Who? You may ask, only the nightshade gang. Why would they be after me? Because as a kid I participated in a game show where I proceeded to win a lifetime supply of Oreos. Only to find out just how accurate that would be. Even after this war against the dead started I have been receiving them. Not knowing who or what I was getting them from. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything no. There are just moments when I wonder who would follow me around my entire life just to give me Oreos? Or if they get paid or not. These are just some of the mysteries of life I guess, having a random Oreo supply. Let’s just hope both me and my supplier survive this war.

The date is July 14, 5026 and this war has wiped out most of the US’ population. There are gangs and groups of bandits going around right now. The nightshade gang is after nine right now. For extremely petty reasons may I add. They are after my Oreos. This particular gang scavenges for specifically Oreos. They wish to monopolize the entire supply of Oreos in the US. You can probably see the reasons they hate me. I ruin there while organization. I love that I get to mess with them, because they are not all that powerful themselves. There’s not much entertainment in the world today, during this terrible war. So any chance I get I rub it in there face that I can have all the Oreos I want. I could practically build houses with or use them and ammunition for our guns. The amount of “stuff” in these Oreos I get are completely randomizes as well. We have tried our hardest to find a pattern and there just isn’t one. One of the better things about this is that we don’t have to scavenge fo food as often as other gangs do. All we need to find is protein and water. I’m sure it’s not as healthy as having a regular meal everyday but when you’re in the situation we are, you don’t get much of a choice in meals.

The fact that we have so much extra food also brightens up the lives of many survivors we meet. When we see children we always give them a treat they haven’t seen or tasted in years. It is very rare to find a tear such as Oreos these days. You see, we are one of the nicer gangs. We take in people, not kill them on sight. Don’t get me wrong we are very powerful, all our soldiers and scavengers have an amazing shot. They got they’re target every single time. In the future we hope to rebuild some of this country as a whole. To end this horrible war and bring people together again.

Shit...they are after me again. They want to destroy my precious supply of Oreos. No, not take them. They are the Twinkie Lords, and have decided that their yellow sponge cake will be the currency of this new world.

Fools. I don’t want to use Oreos as currency, I want to eat them. They are mine, I won the fair and square, all those years ago. Before everything went wrong...

Not enough time to talk about the past. I have to protect my lovely little cookies. Mine! I release the hounds, to no effect. The Twinkie Lords just sacrifice some of their snack cakes, and my hounds are in junk food bliss.

I’ve tried to reason with them, but they are beyond all hope. Barely even human at this point. All they care about is The Twinkies.

I must run, for now. I grab my emergency pack containing only Oreos, and dash. My main stash is safely hidden, but I do mourn for the sweet cookies that will arrive next week. They will fall to the Twinkie Lords, but I will survive.

I need weapons, and then I will return.

I shall avenge the cookies.

I could see the van heading towards me. It’s music tinkling amidst the eerily silent street. I knew what this meant, we all did. Especially The Unwanted.

The two men climbed out, boxes piled in their arms. Their navy jumpsuits still on brand with the company colours we all used to know and love. I ushered them inside, not that it would do much good. All Hell breaks loose when the Oreos arrive.

‘Drop them over there’ I nodded towards the corner of the room. I needn’t have bothered, the pile of uneaten biscuits was already waist high. I started preparing the defences.

‘You’ll have to stay here for the evening, a crowd will already be forming out there.’ I started pulling the inside shutters down, just as a brick was flung through the already broken window. I rolled my eyes. Waste of a brick really. The two men were settling in, not much effort made to help me, I guess those traditional values don’t count for much these days.

I noticed one of the men take off his jacket and settle in to the dirty couch in the corner, I caught a flash of yellow through the rip in his jumpsuit. Odd, these men are always immaculate, one of The Unwanted must have caught them on the way through the wasteland.

‘Rough journey?’ I ask nonchalantly. He looked up at me, they never speak so it was a stupid question. The bangs and screams started from outside the shutters. Food has been scarce since the apocalypse began three years ago, these days there’s nothing left. Nothing but my endless supply of oreo’s, the object of everyone’s desire. I move around, take what I can with me, but they always find me in the end. On the first of every month specifically. It’s how we all keep track of time passing, now that technology has failed us.

Yes, I’m a target. But I’ve never been caught. The Unwanted aren’t that smart. The smart ones were all smart enough to die before the world went to shit.

‘Fancy a bite to ea-‘ I say turning to look at my guests. Stopped in my tracks by the gun pointed at my head. This is new.

‘You’re the Oreocle?’ He asked. ‘The Oreocle? That’s what you’re calling me?’ I raised my eyebrows. Nothing like unlimited oreo’s to turn everyone into cult-loving psychopaths.

I know what these guys want, they’ll take me hostage, keep me to lure the Oreos to them like bait. I’ll escape like I always do and we’ll repeat it every few months. There’s never been a gun involved before though. It’s strange, being the most wanted girl in a world of The Unwanted. It’s strange being the Oreocle.