World War lll

Book 1: Fire, Ice, & Water

Chapter 1: Waking Up Beside Ashes

The air filled with smoke and dread. The fumes burned and lingered around the house. The ashes flew across the soft wind flowing in the air slowly from floor to floor. The doors and walls that were once very dull colors turned into the devils evil fire. Nothing was left in this silent house and every single piece of memory burned and buried underneath the scattered furniture.

The gloomy feel of the house woke up the very last spirit of the house, Jonathan Meyer. The smell travelled all around and finally reached his room. Jonathan woke up, the smell and the fumes filled his room. He could not see anything except smoke and ashes. He quickly grabbed one of his pillows and covered his mouth and nose. He bent over slightly turning to the right side of the bed reaching for his glasses.

He quickly put his glasses on. He carefully placed down his pillow replacing it with a tiny wiper for his glasses. Of course this wiper didn't help but it was better than carrying a big pillow around the house. He used his shirt to wipe the ashes and smoke on his glasses and it became a little bit clearer.

He saw his loved home in ruins and began panicking. If this happened to you then you would believe that this was a dream, but this was neither a dream nor a nightmare. He kept himself from collapsing on the hot dead floor. He scavenged his room of what was left; barely anything had survived the dreadful fire. He walked about slowly around and found a couple of pieces that had survived but were badly damaged.

He found an old picture of him and his parents when he was 4 years old. He looked so young and so did his parents, oh how had time passed by so fast. He scavenged more and found his dad's fire proof and water proof winter jacket. This came in handy for surviving in the cold when they went camping up north. F course this was just his room and so he continued for nothing else had survived.

He scavenged the burned down hallway and found a locket, how strange, none of his parents had ever carried around a locket before. Jonathan did not think about this because the only thing he thought about if his parents had survived and how did he survive. He looked around a little bit more and came upon his parent's door.

He was eager to find out what was in there so he opened the door. The creaking sound every time he opened the door had disappeared. That sound made him cry, I don't know why but I knew that it was very memorable to him. He fell on the floor and the burned wood scratched into his legs, his legs started bleeding, he didn't notice and continued crying. When he finally saw his blood he stood up. He faced the door, he raised his finger and suddenly the door fell apart. He knew that this was a sign of everything falling apart for him. He entered, carrying all his stuff he got from his room. He saw his parent's bed, it was not tidy, and oh he missed helping his mom fix the bed. Every time he helped, his mom would always open the window, the breeze of spring leaves came in. That wonderful smell had been whisked away by the ashes and smoke.

Just when he was about to collapse again, he heard a whisper. He was paranoid and excited at the same time. He thought it was his parents but it was very different. He turned his back slowly facing the other side. He saw a very strange looking man. He could tell that he was a mailman because of his uniform. The man handed him a letter. He saved the letter for later and the man took out his hands and Jonathan had grabbed it. He knew that he needed to avenge his parents' death.