Note: This book is something of my own in a way, but a little more of something inspired by The Lord of the Flies. It will have its own twist to it though, including the end of civilization and the survival of the persons on the island, who are the only ones who do not get hit by the war, but I'm giving away the story by telling this to you so enjoy my series as I write it!


Prologue

Tom shook out of his sleep as the plane buckled violently, a loud boom interceded his awakening. The sight of flames on the wing startled him, as lightning shot the wing of the plane. A chunk of the plane fell off as the whistling wind tore at it. He looked out at the huge clouds, watching the thick mist pass by, lightning struck out creating an image of a face in the clouds. There were sounds of screaming and yelling, the plane filled with boys and girls. Where was the captain? Where were they? Tom stayed buckled in his seat, watching weird flashbacks pass before his eyes at each lightning bolt. They were on a vacation from school to Polynesia, far from America, to the Pacific Islands. His flashback disappeared like mist burning in sunlight, as the lightning flashed before his eyes. Another final shake of the plane knocked him out, water sprayed against his face, the whistling wind screaming in his ears, the lightning still flashing high above. The plane buckled again, as if it were going over a hill, still speeding its way along. A trickling feeling down his ear caught his attention, putting a finger to his ear he looked at the liquid substance. Blood. Blackness shrouded his sight.