"Rachel Williamson, aged 6 years old was looking at a bright and prosperous
future ahead of her. All is lost for Rachel. Her world has come to an end.
I'm getting ahead of myself; I should start at the beginning. I'm sorry;
I'm drill Sergeant Burke of the U.S Navy SEALS. I guess the story 'ell
start here."
Rachel's face burned red while she starred directly into the sun. "Stop doing that Rachel, you'll burn your eyes out!" yelled her mother. "But mommy, my eyes are so pale, I think they need a tan." Rachel starred directly into the sun without a worry in the world. "It's lunch time." called her mother. Rachel's face glared with delight, as she knew today was her mother's famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She grabbed onto Suzy, her favorite porcelain doll that her grandmother gave her. Rachel rarely saw her grandmother so she treasured it. She never left is out of her sight as it was her favorite toy in the entire world.
She grabbed her sandwich and ran outside, feeding little pieces to Suzy through her ceramic lips. She poured some invisible tea inside her doll's cup and struck a conversation up with her. The conversation lasted for hours on end. "Isn't this just the most beautiful day ever?" Rachel told her doll, who store aimlessly into her bug brown eyes. "It just couldn't be anymore perfect could –"
Suddenly she heard her mother scream her name. "Rachel, get inside right now!" tears running down her face, a look of panic struck her. "I'm coming momma, I'm coming!" she ran as fast as she could towards her mother. He mother grabbed her as soon as she was in reach and pulled her into the house. There, Rachel saw President Delving addressing the state. "My fellow Americans, a crisis is ahead of us." He said. "We are now at war with all Eastern Arabic countries." He said, with a look of disbelief on his face. "SEALS have been dispatched to Afghanistan to settle the crises before it gets any worse, let's pray for their safe return." Suddenly, that look of disbelief turned to one of hate and disgust. With no warning, the President then shouted "Everyone! Get in your local Bomb shelters immediately, we have an A-Bomb headed our way! This is NOT a drill, I repeat this is NOT a drill!"
Rachel's mother then proceeded to grab her arm and they ran, they ran as fast as they possibly could towards that bomb shelter. They finally got in. Rachel's mother kept repeating, "Everything's going to be all right, I promise sweetheart, don't worry."
Rachel felt a part of herself missing, and a few minutes later, she realized what it was. "Mommy, mommy! I left Suzy all alone in the backyard can I go get her? Please oh please!" she cried out to her mother. "NO! You sit right there and you don't move till I tell you to, damn it!" she yelled back in retaliation. "O...K" Rachel said slowly.
When her mom finally turned around to try and find out what was going on by asking the others in the chamber, Rachel ran out of the bomb shelter and back to her home.
She increased speed, hoping that her mom wouldn't find out she went. "I'm going to get you Suzy, no ones going to steal my favorite dolly!" Finally, with the doll in sight, Rachel gave one last smile and took her last gasp of air, for in that moment; The A-Bomb hit head home in Virginia Beach, Virginia, leaving no survivors, including Rachel. Her dolly, Suzy remained poised on the table, not moving, as her owner remained, across the table from her.
"I am Drill Sergeant Burke Williamson, father of Rachel Williamson and husband to Mary Williamson. My family died in the explosion of 2007 A.D. Now I have nothing left to lose and they have everything to pay for."
Rachel's face burned red while she starred directly into the sun. "Stop doing that Rachel, you'll burn your eyes out!" yelled her mother. "But mommy, my eyes are so pale, I think they need a tan." Rachel starred directly into the sun without a worry in the world. "It's lunch time." called her mother. Rachel's face glared with delight, as she knew today was her mother's famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She grabbed onto Suzy, her favorite porcelain doll that her grandmother gave her. Rachel rarely saw her grandmother so she treasured it. She never left is out of her sight as it was her favorite toy in the entire world.
She grabbed her sandwich and ran outside, feeding little pieces to Suzy through her ceramic lips. She poured some invisible tea inside her doll's cup and struck a conversation up with her. The conversation lasted for hours on end. "Isn't this just the most beautiful day ever?" Rachel told her doll, who store aimlessly into her bug brown eyes. "It just couldn't be anymore perfect could –"
Suddenly she heard her mother scream her name. "Rachel, get inside right now!" tears running down her face, a look of panic struck her. "I'm coming momma, I'm coming!" she ran as fast as she could towards her mother. He mother grabbed her as soon as she was in reach and pulled her into the house. There, Rachel saw President Delving addressing the state. "My fellow Americans, a crisis is ahead of us." He said. "We are now at war with all Eastern Arabic countries." He said, with a look of disbelief on his face. "SEALS have been dispatched to Afghanistan to settle the crises before it gets any worse, let's pray for their safe return." Suddenly, that look of disbelief turned to one of hate and disgust. With no warning, the President then shouted "Everyone! Get in your local Bomb shelters immediately, we have an A-Bomb headed our way! This is NOT a drill, I repeat this is NOT a drill!"
Rachel's mother then proceeded to grab her arm and they ran, they ran as fast as they possibly could towards that bomb shelter. They finally got in. Rachel's mother kept repeating, "Everything's going to be all right, I promise sweetheart, don't worry."
Rachel felt a part of herself missing, and a few minutes later, she realized what it was. "Mommy, mommy! I left Suzy all alone in the backyard can I go get her? Please oh please!" she cried out to her mother. "NO! You sit right there and you don't move till I tell you to, damn it!" she yelled back in retaliation. "O...K" Rachel said slowly.
When her mom finally turned around to try and find out what was going on by asking the others in the chamber, Rachel ran out of the bomb shelter and back to her home.
She increased speed, hoping that her mom wouldn't find out she went. "I'm going to get you Suzy, no ones going to steal my favorite dolly!" Finally, with the doll in sight, Rachel gave one last smile and took her last gasp of air, for in that moment; The A-Bomb hit head home in Virginia Beach, Virginia, leaving no survivors, including Rachel. Her dolly, Suzy remained poised on the table, not moving, as her owner remained, across the table from her.
"I am Drill Sergeant Burke Williamson, father of Rachel Williamson and husband to Mary Williamson. My family died in the explosion of 2007 A.D. Now I have nothing left to lose and they have everything to pay for."