Tales from the MC

The Unfulfilled Policy

Previously on Tales from the MC: Mondala, an arts student, awoke from four years of hangover. All he had was a $24,000.00 piece of paper with no street value in his hand. This time on Tales from the MC: the unfulfilled policy!

Helen awoke suddenly by the sound of her alarm clock. The noise was somewhat muted, she barely heard it at all, but the sound was distinctly her alarm clock: shrill and irritating. She slammed her hand on it only to find that it was hot. This caught her attention. Though drowsy, she brought herself up to see the device had begun melting.

Frightened and confused, Helen ran to the window of her student house to see what was happening. Outside there was disarray and destruction: Helen found herself in a post nuclear wasteland. Looking at the devastation, she wondered if classes were canceled or not. She had an assignment due, and it seemed that her answers had turned to ash over night. "I wonder if the prof will buy that," she mused rushing out of her house.

Everywhere she looked, she saw discord, disarray and other chaotic words that began with the letter 'd'. She felt overwhelmed with terror, turmoil and tumult. She had to get away. She ran to her car, desperate to get away from the chaos. She reached for the door handle, curious if she would be able to drive after a nuclear attack.

"That's a good question, Helen." Said the creepy man from her insurance provider. He approached silently from behind. He wore all black and looked like something out of an episode of the Addams Family. Not the cartoon or the movies, the TV show. Not the new one, but the original. It was in black and white. Come on, you have to have at least heard of it. It is a classic! Fine. Whatever. Back to the point, the creepy man from her insurance provider moved towards her. His eyes unblinking, unfeeling, and unmoving he handed her a copy of her contract. "I've highlighted the relevant section."

Helen's eyes widened with fear, and she gasped making her lungs widen with air. She read the phrase aloud "claims on vehicles damaged by nuclear activity are not covered." So, Helen was now stuck in the aftermath of a post apocalyptic nightmare only to find out that in such circumstances cars are not insured.

This has been another horrifying Tale from the MC.

Angelo