[ WP ] Write a dystopia that turns into a utopia .

The cities were destroyed, for the most part. Or rather... Abandoned. 
 
 Dan drove his RV onward, past ruin after ruin. At nights he looked up and stared, wondering if the people on the generation ship were safe. If a single carrier got in, then it was likely to be over. 
 
 He took shelter in a cobblestone house as it rained; he felt fortunate to have a safe structure around him. The house was cold, but the fireplace was warm. 
 
 Even more fortunately, a cedar chest contained heirloom quilts; a surprising find in the post-human world. The cedar must have protected the material from insects. 
 
 
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 Dan always hated the midwest. 
 
 He hated it even more now. 
 
 It's always been empty, but now the plains were devoid of crops; the bare dirt, miles and miles, reminding him that he was alone in the world. 
 
 He looked back on his past roadtrips and regretted his hatred; the endless fields of corn and wheat, to his present self, must have been paradise. 
 
 Not due to the food- he had more food than a worm in a compost pile- but as it would tell him there were people. 
 
 At night he chewed on some feral hog he had shot from motorcycle, as he sat by his campfire and stared at the stars. 
 
 
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 Gasoline had started deteriorating quickly; he had to abandon the RV and take up a motorcycle. Easier to find enough gas for that thing. 
 
 The wind felt good on his face at least. 
 
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 Dan had to remind himself to speak every now and then. In case he ever found anyone. 
 
 He used solar panels to charge a CD player and a phone. The music helped. 
 
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 Dan had finally reached SpaceX, in Cali. 
 
 After seeing the tent cities, and haphazardly dug graves... 
 
 He collapsed and cried. 
 
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 It was cold and it was raining. 
 
 Dan was screaming. 
 
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 It was warm now. Dan had gone to one of the harbors along the coast of California. 
 
 And there he saw it: a huge billboard with spraypaint all over. 
 
 `` ALOHA!!! WE MOVED TO HAWAII!'' 
 
 Dan screamed, but in joy this time. 
 
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 Aloha! We have n't had a visitor since... well, since we've been here! Where are you from, and do you carry news from the world?'' 
 
 `` I travel to you from far away; The Adirondacks of the United States.'' 
 
 `` Damn.'' 
 
 `` Yea.'' 
 
 Dan stood, his small sailboat dragged up onto the beach. The man in front of him looked relatively health, with a long beard and tan skin. His clothes were homemade and the house behind him had solar panels. 
 
 Dan by comparison was rather scrawny, his small beard bushy. He smelled bad. 
 
 Dan started speaking: 
 
 `` Well, I have n't seen anyone traveling here. Thanks for spraypainting what to look for coming here.'' 
 
 `` Ya, your welcome. Thought the light house would get people onto the right island.'' 
 
 ``... Right island?'' 
 
 The man started walking, beckoning Dan to follow him. 
 
 They reached a tidy little town. Solar panels everywhere. 
 
 `` Right now, everyone's at the beach. I'm the sentry for today. Anyways, this island is for carriers. The other islands are where the regulars live.'' 
 
 `` Ah, that makes sense. Do you know how long the disease can last in a carrier?'' 
 
 `` We do n't know, and frankly, we do n't want to risk it. We use radio to contact the vulnerable villages to prevent killin' em.'' 
 
 `` Smart. Name's Dan, by the way.'' 
 
 `` I'm Iz. Nice to meet you.'' 
 
 The two individuals stood on the hill, overlooking the beach. 
 
 `` The worlds actually better than before, I think.'' The Hawaiian was smiling. 
 
 `` How so?'' 
 
 `` Well, no more war. Remember how China was threatening everyone over fish? Russia invading Eastern Europe? Terrorists around every corner, America seeking more and more control over everyone...'' 
 
 Dan started to realize what the man was saying. 
 
 `` Ya, I guess your right. Small population like this... No one's going to fight. Nothing to fight over, really. Massive amount of land, resources...'' 
 
 `` Yep. We do n't even have a chief. We just take turns being sentry or judge.'' 
 
 `` Sounds nice.'' 
 
 Dan smiled. Maybe it was better. 
 
 The Hawaiian handed Dan a coconut. 
 
 
 
 
 

