The apocalypse began with a three word phrase “Catch a villain”

The apocalypse began with a three word phrase “Catch a villain”. This was the command that was broadcasted on the radio at exactly twelve AM every night. People from all over the country would stay up late into the night just to hear the voice on the radio say the three words. <br><br>The phrase would be followed by a description of the person that the listeners were supposed to catch. The description included their height, weight, eye color, hair color and a brief description of what they looked like. <br><br>After the description of the person, would come the crimes they were accused of. Murder, theft, vandalism, etc. At the end of the long list of crimes would be the crime that sparked “the catch a villain” movement. <br><br>After all of this would be their name, “Generic McName”. If anyone knew anything about the person they were looking for, or if they actually caught the person, they would call in to the radio station. If they were actually telling the truth and caught the person, they would receive one million dollars and a lavish life style that they had always dreamed of. <br><br>The radio station was run by a group of people who went under the name “the protectors”. This was the only name that the protectors ever went by, and no one ever got to see who they were. <br><br>The apocalypse began three years ago when a man around his late fifties, with grayish white hair and blue eyes, dressed in old time clothing, would read the crimes and the description. He read the crimes and description of a person who was accused of stealing food from people of higher wealth. He read the crimes and the description of a person who was accused of burning down houses and buildings. This went on for about an hour until he got to a name “Saint Michael”. The description was of a twenty year old man with jet black hair and green eyes. <br><br>The list of crimes went on for about three pages. At the end of the list the radio station receive a phone call from a voice that claimed to have information on Saint Michael. The protectors verified the voice and awarded the caller one million dollars and a lavish life style that they always wanted. <br><br>An hour later saints Michael and his followers were hunted down and killed by the people who called in. This outraged the people who followed saints Michael, and a riot broke out in the city of new new York, where saints Michael resided. <br><br>Three years passed after the death of saint Michael. The radio station received thousands if not tens of thousands of phone calls, voice messages and emails everyday. This is life for me, a 22 year old woman who lives in a forest just outside of a city. I receive commission from the protectors to listen to all of the voice messages, email, and radio stations. <br><br>I had worked with the protectors for two years, ever since I moved out into the forest. I use to live in the city, but after what happened to saints Michael I didn’t feel safe living in the concrete jungle. <br><br>All in all, my life is boring. I sit around all day and listen to radio stations, and voice messages and read emails. I get bored sometimes so I go into the forest and hunt and eat wild berries. <br><br>I also have a secret for the protectors, something that I keep to myself. <br><br>The radio station was a bit quiet today, I guess it’s because it’s Sunday and everyone takes a break. I sat on my bed which was a giant tree trunk with soft leaves and grass wrapped around it. I sat with my legs crossed, and my head tilted back, staring at the white ceiling. <br><br>I received an email that got my attention. I opened it and started reading. The subject was “I know who saints Michael is; and I know where he is”. I couldn’t believe what I read, no one knew where saints Michael was, or is. At least not alive. <br><br>I read the email and found out that the person was a young woman, probably around my age. She claimed that she had information on where saints Michael was. She wrote a long paragraph about how she had been following the radio station for about two years. <br><br>The only thing she wrote about herself was that she was a hunter, and a great climber. I was immediately impressed by her ability to hunt and climb. I lived in the forest, and I couldn’t hunt or climb as well as her. <br><br>She wrote down her information on saints Michael, and ended by saying that she was willing to give the reward to the protectors if they verified her information. <br><br>I sat there thinking about the email, it seemed fake. But I couldn’t take the chance, I had to verify it. I opened a new email to the protectors and wrote them the email that the woman sent to me. I hit send, then took a deep breath and waited for a response.