Here's A Sneak Peak - The Harvesters

What's up everyone? Not that there are a whole of people out there at the moment that will probably see this. That's cool though. We all have to start somewhere, am I right? Anyway, again, I'm Mr. UnKnown. I'm an author and I love to write. I am currently working on my first project called The Harvesters. I'm really excited about this project for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, is the reason why these Harvesters were created in the first place. In essence, they were created because the world went to shit (not unlike it currently is). There is a lot of real world/current events that apply here. Every fucking day, I hear about it. Gun violence. Murders. School shootings. Mass shootings. To be honest, it's absolutely ridiculous and it only seems to get worse as the years go on. The Harvesters approach one very drastic way to rid the world of these types of events and let's just say, it's a terrible one. But the government of this world I created ran with it and why? Because they were sick of it all. They were sick of being scared to send kids to school, walk down the street, or go to a damn movie even.

Drastic times call for drastic measures. That's what it all boils down to.

So...without further comment....here is a look of what is to come. Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing everyone's thoughts/opinions.

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The Harvesters

Synopsis: The Harvesters are the mysterious shadows lurking in the darkness.They stalk the depraved. The criminals.The killers. They hunt them and they have the power to be judge, jury, and (most notably) executioner. There’s just one thing. No one knows who they are. Not even the Harvesters themselves know they are killers.

The year is 2036. After several decades of escalating violence across the country (including more mass shootings, murders, rapes, gang violence, etc), the United States of America enacted the Criminal Prevention and Deterrence Act of 2019. The tech company, Griffon, created an algorithm that mines and analyzes millions of bytes of consumer, Internet/computer, healthcare data, etc of every citizen across America. The program Griffon developed then isolates certain behaviors and buying habits of criminals and potential criminals with a focus on murder, shootings, rapes, drug dealers, etc. That information is then sent wirelessly to the Harvesters and the Harvesters then go out and “take care” of that person. Each Harvester is taken and “trained” to be a ruthless killer, and then “put” back in their life with their memory wiped. When they get instructions on a case, the Harvester part is woken up and takes control. This happens almost exclusively at night.

Issue 1 - The Work Begins

“What the…”

Something jabbed into my side. I tried to swat at it but my efforts were weak.

“Hey buddy,” a voice asked. “You drunk or sumthin?”

My head hurt. That was for sure. But I didn’t feel drunk or hungover. I groaned and tried to get up but a wave of dizziness smacked into me. I managed to turn on my side and hurl into the grass I was apparently laying on. It was a thick, white, and frothy looking substance. The smell coming off the puddle was just as nasty and was potent enough to make me vomit again.

Mercifully, I was able to walk/crawl away from the puke puddle and the asshole poking me with a stick.

Where the hell am I?

What is going on?

What happened last night?

Why am I here?

So many questions. They rattled around my brain like dice in a cup. But no matter how hard I tried, there were no memories from the night or even the day before. Everything from yesterday was blank, like chalkboard that's been wiped clean.

Somehow, maybe it was some kind of magic, I was able to get shakily to my feet. I wobbled for a few seconds (my heart sped up rapidly with the fear of almost crashing back down into the grass and dirt) but I miraculously stayed on my feet.

Then all the blood rushed into my head and I promptly stopped over and puked…

...Again.

Barely anything came out and I was pretty sure I was done with all the vomiting.

Thankfully.

I took out my phone in weak fingers and dialed my wife's number. It rang several times before a beautiful voice answered.

"Hello. Who is this?" The voice seemed nervous. Scared.

"Hope? It's me. It’s…” I stopped suddenly. There was a brief second, weirdly enough, where I forgot my own name. There was a cold, icy fear that spread through my mind at the thought of not knowing who I was. “It’s...uhh...fuck! It’s...Lincoln!” I yelled my name out so loud that the guy who’d been poking me with a stick jumped. And he was like twenty feet away.

“Lincoln?” Hope asked.

A sickening feeling expanded in my stomach. It went off like a firework and was, by far, worse than the icy cold fear I felt when I didn’t know my name.

What’s worse than that? Worse than not knowing who you are. I have an answer for you, my friends.

Your wife.

The woman of your dreams. The love of your life. The one you wake up for. The one you live for.

That’s what’s worse.

“Hope. Stop playing,” I said. “Come and get me. Please. I’m by Riverfront. I don’t know how I got here.”

“Do not call here again, sir. I have no idea who you are. I’ve never, ever met a Lincoln in my life. If you call me again, I will be forced to inform the Petitioners and have your name submitted for a Harvester inquisition.” Hope hung up the phone.

“Don’t!” I tried to yell at her. To get her to stop but I was too late.