Nuclear winter
Chapter 1
The alarm beeped loudly, piercing through the layer of sleep that lucas was happily surrounded by in his nice comfy bed. Lucas slowly reached an arm out as he slapped the alarm silent, groaning as another day begins. He really hated mornings. Lucas groaned as he rolled out of the bed, literally, and landed on the floor. The cheap carpet felt kind of nice against his bare chest. He could have gotten out of bed like a normal person if he wanted to but today was monday and he really didn't care.
Pulling himself onto his feet, lucas stumble out of the single bed room and into the living room with kitchen attached. The living room had that brand new look to it even though it was nowhere near "new" anymore. The walls were bare with it's original grey paint. The room was plain with a couch, television, and a small table between the two. Everything was mostly clean, not that lucas did a lot of cleaning, it's just he didn't do a lot in the room to make it messy. He walked through the main part of the room and into the left side of the room that was a small set up kitchen. Lucas bent over a little as he grabbed the shiny metal handle of the plain white fridge and opening it to see what his breakfast will be.
A cold rocket shaped glass bottle with brown soda sat on the top self. "Nuka-cola?" Lucas asked himself. No, though he did hear about the new cherry flavored one coming out soon, that'll be interesting.
Underneath the top self was a thin white and blue box with bright red label. "Sugar bombs?" Lucas was tempted till the thought popped in his head. The last time he had those, his neighbors in the next room filed a noise complaint. It's not his fault he's highly sensitive to sugar.
Guess it's just cereal for today Lucas thought to himself as he closed the fridge door. He made a mental note to buy some food after his shift today. Lucas looked up at the digital clock on the oven. It'll be an hour before he would have to leave for work. Lucas walked over to the couch with a bowl of cereal and clicked on the television.
The Weather channel came on the screen first, the man sitting behind his desk in his usual nice black button up shirt with a red tie and white shirt underneath starts talking. "Good morning New York! Looks like today will be a brilliant bright sunny day with a few clouds about, ten percent chance of rain." The man happily says as if it was the best news he have ever received in his life, even though he said the same thing yesterday, and will say it again tomorrow.
Click.
"How could you sleep with him Jessica?! He was my man!" An angry blonde woman with way too much makeup slapped the redhead woman in front of her, to which she verbally strikes back "Cause he never loved you, you whore!" followed with a hard slap across the blonde's cheek. Like I need drama at home, I get enough of that at work Lucas thought to himself.
Click.
"And the price of the mentats is……" The woman with big puffy blonde hair and a silk yellow dress and heels on the screen now stands next to a eager slightly older man in a grey suit with a name tag that read "Ted" on a stage in front of a audience. The camera pans over to the rack where a box of mentats stood, a sign uncovers underneath it, revealing the price of the box to which a horn goes off in the background. The audience awws and the man covers his face with his hands, obviously not getting the price right and losing that sweet new car. "Ha, the price is wrong, a show that never goes out of style." Lucas said out loud.
Half an hour later lucas looked over at the stove's clock. "Welp, fun time over." He rose up from the couch and clicked the television off. He walked around the room, setting the now empty bowl in the sink and entering the small bathroom next to his bedroom. A quick hot shower later, lucas stopped by the mirror. Thick blonde scruffy hair that he didn't style, he liked the slight rough look it gave him. A young face stared back at lucas at the mirror with green eyes. The sides of his face and chin had a shadow of thin growing hair that showed he shaved yesterday but not long enough to make him have to shave again. Lower in the mirror was his decently toned torso, he had a bit of weight on him but he was not counted as overweight. His arms had signs of muscles but they weren't something he would brag about. Lucas's body was almost pale white. "I really need to get some sun this week." He told himself.
Lucas stepped out of the bathroom in just his green plain boxers. He stepped over to the white wooden closet next to his bed. He pulled open the doors, revealing a bar with some coat hangers. Several shirts of different colors and designs hung there along with his police uniform. He reached up to the hanger and pulled it off and laid the uniform against his blue bed. Lucas slid into black khaki pants. He always kept police tool belt strapped in the pants after he washed it. Lucas looked down at the police belt, which he laughed at since it reminded him of the heroes from the unstoppables comic he used to read as a kid. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid it on and buttoned it up his body. A yellow and black patch stitched to his left shoulder with the words "Police Department. City of New York" with their insignia in the middle. Lucas smiled at the patch, he was content with the feeling of helping others. It was better than doing a desk job at least.
Lucas walked out of the main door to his apartment room and locked it behind himself. As he walked down the hall, lucas came across the usual temptation of kicking on his neighbor's door just to startle them awake and making a mad dash down to the stairs as they sprint to the door, hammer in hand for self protection, fear being the breakfast they would have that morning. He didn't hate them, they just didn't like him. Something about the new kid on the block just unsettled the elderly couple as they always seemed to hold some unspoken thing against him, seeking every opportunity to file a complaint against him.
Lucas laughed to himself as he thought about it that but decide not to. He walked to the end of the hall and down the stairs to the main lobby of the first floor. The staff was laying around from lack of business throughout the apartment building. Lucas strolled out of the glass doors. The usual loud noises of Manhattan at seven am greeted lucas. Several cars zoomed up and down the street in front of him as he looked to the flat parking area across the street, dozens of cars belonging to the inhabitants of the apartment sat in their own spots. Lucas waited for the street to be cleared before he jogged across. He found at the closest end of the lane of cars his light green car and hop in the driver seat, his key activating the nuclear engine in the hood as the car jump to life as if it was Frankenstein. This wasn't the cop car he'll use for his job, those stayed at the station. This is the car that had stuck with lucas for his entire adult life. All 5 years of it. Given to him by his mother and father as he stood in the driveway at his old home in Texas. Lucas remembered saying his goodbyes and love you's right before he departed for a new life in the big apple. Wiping away the lone wondering tear on his cheek as lucas focus on driving to the station.