About the fallout of the war Essay

Prologue

We only heard the sirens go off, we thought we were all going to die, there was never any warning about this it just happened without any hesitation. 3 minutes earlier in missile silo called NATO, a soldier was called upon to send 10 missiles in the area he thought it was crazy but he couldn’t disobey orders so he did as he was told and put in the latitude and longitude then turned the key and flipped the switch and it launched. Soon after that happened everything went wrong nobody knew what to do, to get away from the fate that was soon to be death. My family has a bunker in case this happens but when we forgot where it was a I found it and I didn’t tell my family. Once I snuck to get the rations from my poor family that soon to be doomed. I grabbed it and ran to the shelter just in time because I saw the missile in the sky right above me, as I closed the hatch and put the lock on it I heard a bang on the door 4 seconds later the missile is here and creates a large crater next to town. I felt nothing when that happened but just my heart racing, going around and around in my chest but I forgot something, my family I forgot to tell them and know gone or they made it.

Chapter 1

The wretched hole that I’m in

It’s dark and depressing, while in the middle of the room is a light that is flickering nonstop “I’m sick of that light",” as I say angrily and throwing my chair at it. After that I regretted that because now there is no more source of light and I’m stuck finding my stupid flashlight to see, it took me 4 and half minutes later or so, to be honest, I lost track of time while trying to find it. Once I found it. The glamour shines the room, once I held it for a while I then pressed the switch but nothing happened, “It’s probably dead I think to myself.” “I’m hopeless, nothing is working, my ceiling light is broken out of my anger, my flashlight is dead, and I’m almost out of food",” as I yell so loud that you can hear it from the hatch. Soon after there’s a stranger that knocked on the hatch that leads outside he is trying to talk to me but I can’t hear him. I fell the walls to find out where I am. But it's not working so I trace my steps and find cracks in the wall that are 2-3 feet tall and 3-4 inches wide. I’m feeling the rough, hard, and concrete wall, as I feel it, there is something inside one of the cracks it feels like a note and it feels like a Colt M1911 handgun with some ammo with it only for 3 clips or magazines. The knocking intensifies as I get closer to the hatch, then I realize what he is saying “Do you need some help opening this door to get out”? Once I realize what he is saying I rush to where the sound is I forgot that there were stairs at the bottom to get out and as soon he shots the door’s lock off from the outside he sees me on the stairs trying to get up because I tripped.

Chapter 2

Freedom from the bunker with sorrow

The wind feels so good across my stained green t-shirt with my ripped jeans along with this happy expression of freedom from that nightmare of being trapped in there. As I look around for the stranger that was talking to me that was, but nothing was there just the echoes of happiness of what is left of the town that I was born in. I look around to see nothing but trees that fallen over and cracked with the leaves crumpled on the ground and near the buildings and some near the trees. When I look behind me there is nothing no tree in sight and just dead grass and weeds growing in the cracks in between each sidewalk. I look towards the town, its desolate no joy, no sign of life anywhere, and nothing to show just even as it resembled before the missiles came. I kneel to the ground angrily and sad I just want to cry, “Nothing makes sense",” I yell “Why did this all happen, it didn’t need to happen, I should have brought my family in, and now they're gone.” I say as I’m kneeling at the ground clutching my fist slowly hitting the ground regretting what I have done to deserve this punishment. I just want to crawl up into a little ball and pretend that no of this never happened. After a while of crying I pull myself together and nearly fall over trying to go to my home that I thought I knew.

Chapter 3

The town I once lived in

I stumble my way to the town hoping that

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