It's the end of the world as we know it. The USA and Russia have fired nuclear missiles at each other, spectacularly exploding each other. But the fall out is what caused the world to end. No sun, no moon, the only rain that falls is deadly and the atmosphere is filled with the odor of dead things. Most people have died already, only a few people have survived. This is their story.
"This just in, the U.S. has decided to fire before Russia has a chance to fire their missiles. We tune in now to the president of the United States of America."
"We will fire. The missiles will launch through the air, essentially killing off the bad guys. Thank you all for understanding this big decision I had to make and for supporting my actions. I will now launch the missiles," he pressed the big red button.
"Mr. President, Russia has just sent word that they have fired their missiles. We are all doomed!"
"What? Oh no, this is gonna be so bad, America, listen up. Find your nearest shelter, and find it now!"
I remember hearing the explosions overhead. As I ran to my house, I needed to find my family, we had to get into the bomb shelter that my grandfather had built. I remember how fast I ran, faster than I've ever run before and it felt like forever before I made it to the house.
"Mom! Dad! Joey! Susan! Where are you?!"
I got no answer in return. I searched the house, then the shelter and found no sign of them. So I ran back outside, I tried calling their cell phones on the way, but they didn't answer. I ran so much that my feet and legs felt like they were on fire and I would collapse on the ground. But my worry for them kept me going.
I saw some flashing lights a bit up the road and ran towards them, full of panic.
I couldn't help but feel that it was my parents. I got closer and closer to the red and blue lights, out of breath and running on empty, but I couldn't stop, not until I knew if my gut was right.
Finally I reached my destination, I walked around the first cop car and saw a gray SUV, so crushed up that I couldn't believe that it was my parent's 2002 Dodge Durango. I ran towards the vehicle, hearing shouts and feeling fingers grasp my arm to stop me from approaching it.
"No, No! I have to see! Let me go!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, you can't go to the crime scene," said a firm voice.
"Please," I begged, "please tell me who was in that car."
"I can't say much, but there were four passengers and they are all deceased."
"Can you tell me the license plate?"
I fell to my knees, I couldn't stand anymore and the tears pouring from my eyes wouldn't stop falling. The officer guided me to my feet and to the closest cruiser. He popped the trunk and pulled out a grey throw blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders.
"Okay ma'am, can you tell me your name?"
"It's....uh, Makenna Nerezza. And that was my parents car."
The officers expression was one of dread as he looked into my eyes. He opened his mouth and then closed it, and repeated that action a few more times.
"I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there someone I can call for you? You should really take some shelter, the fallout will be reaching us soon."
"There is no one, all of my family is dead now," more tears fell down my cheeks.
"Then can I drive you to a safe place?"
"My home is safe, I have a bomb shelter."
"Okay, Miss Nerezza, please have a seat in the front with me."
I sat down in the passenger seat and buckled my seat belt. I honestly had no clue what I was gonna do now. Not only had I lost my family, I didn't have any friends that I could call, it was summer vacation, so no school. I gave the officer my address and he drove quickly, my house wasn't that far from the accident. My eyes were still producing tears as we pulled up to the two story, white brick house. I opened my door, murmuring thanks to the officer for driving me home. I gave him my number so the coroner could call me when I could pick up my family.
I left the blanket in the front seat and walked to the bomb shelter in my backyard. Since we owned my house and the property next door, I guess I would own that and collect the rent from my neighbor now. I pushed the thought back as I closed and locked the door behind me. I walked slowly down the stairs and collapsed on the nearest bed. I cried myself into a dreamless sleep.
* Five years later *
I pushed open the door, looking around to make sure there were no scavengers nearby. The last thing I needed was another break in. I locked the door behind me and jogged to my house, I had taken the food from my house and stored it in my shelter along with all my other provisions. I'd killed a couple deer from the woods beyond my house. For once I was glad I lived on the edge of suburbia. I needed to take another shower and the house still had water from the well.
Compared to other people I was doing really well. I had shelter, food, clean water, a great first aid kit with plenty of medicine and I could shower, even if the water was cold.
After I finished my ten minute shower, I changed into a pair of my mom's shorts and one of my sister's tees. I could finally fit their clothes. I was the youngest, but now I was the only Nerezza left. I strapped my knife around my right thigh, my sword in its sheath around my waist, hanging on my left side and my gun on the other side. I needed the weapons to protect myself.
About three years ago I discovered what being a Nerezza really meant. I was a witch, I could cast spells, and make potions, and the best part of what I was is the fact that I could control water and turn it into ice or even boil it with my mind. It made it easy for me to find clean water, though most of it was polluted by the bombs. The world seemed so empty sometimes and I hadn't met many others, besides the only person who stole from me. They stole enough that I had to search for rations in my neighbors' houses. I had been using the old Jeep from the house next door to go to the store to get more stuff. I needed to go again.
So I fished out the keys from my hiding spot in a sofa cushion and jogged to the vehicle. I started it and drove as fast as I could to the Giant's down the road, past the accident scene that was still there. Before long I pulled along side the front doors to the grocery store. I grabbed a cart and jogged to the right aisles, pushing the remaining cans into the cart and then getting more water and other non perishables. I heard footsteps and stopped dead in my tracks. There was someone else in there and I wasn't sure who. I pulled out my gun and left my cart where it was.
I tip toed around the corner, not making a sound and saw a girl. She had striking red curls and beautiful purple eyes, but she was young, barely a teenager. She had dirt on her face and clothes and was carrying some cans of ravioli.
"Zoe," another female voice called.
I followed the girl as she ran down the aisle towards the voice. I watched as she met up with a girl about two or three years older and a head taller. She had dark short hair and yellow eyes. She was just a couple inches shorter than me. I took a deep breath and realized that suddenly they were both staring at me. I slipped my gun back into its holster and took off running to my cart.
For some reason both girls were making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.