HOW IT BEGAN
CHAPTER ONE
The Beginning of the End
I don't know exactly how it happened but it did and I can remember when and what I'm pretty sure caused it. I remember that during Thanksgiving my Grandma kept on complaining about how on the news they were saying there might be a terrorist attack on our Country. No one knew exactly where but the trends said that it was pointed more towards the mass transit stations like subways and bus stations. They were right they transit stations were going to get hit but not just the transit stations.
My dog came over and sat right next to the fire place, inches away from it. My sister complained, "I thought she liked the cold not the hot!" I didn't worry about it compared to the events about to happen it was the most trivial fact in the world. "Just finish your homework so I don't get yelled at by mom and Dad," I simply said. She grunted and went back to her homework anyway. I was finished so I went to see what was on the tube, I turned on future weapons. They were doing a show on bio terrorism and how it could change our society, so in other words destroy us. This was ironic because we were going to have to experience these horrors. Eventually my sister came over and asked me if she could watch something I said suck it up she started crying I gave her the remote, life sucks with a six year old sister.
A few months later it was January and everyone had forgotten about the scare of the attack everyone but me. It was odd that I was sort of mentally prepared yet I was the only one to, well my outcome was different from almost everyone else's and I don't think that had anything to do with it. But anyway school had just started up again and I was driving to pick up my little sister Jess from school. As I was driving down the road I heard a rumbling in the sky. I couldn't figure it out. The noise was too big to be an airplane but to small to be a rocket and I should have known that it wasn't a rocket ship because you don't get any rockets in Forks, Washington. I glanced out of the window and looked up in the distance I could see tiny black specks flying at us. I couldn't guess what it was. A moment later I found out, they were airplanes, but not just airplanes they were giant airplanes and below them it seemed to be bombs of some sort dropping from them at hat moment I knew we were dead the bombers were on a bombing and strafing run of the entire country. I have no idea how they pulled it off and I still don't, but I was wrong, I wasn't dead. My fate would be much worse. I got out of the old Honda Oddesy that my mom gave me to drive around and basically do stuff for her. I wasn't scared I just stood there waiting for the end.
The bombs finally were on us I didn't run; I knew I didn't stand a chance. And when I was just standing there waiting for death to come my mind wandered and I thought of my little sister Jess. I knew I couldn't let her die. Sure she was a pain but I had to have some closure with her, I had practically shoved her out of the car at school that morning. So I jumped in the car and pushed the car as fast as I could to get around or through the cars blocking me trying to get to shelter.
Finally I had made it to the elementary school my sister went to and jumped out of the car as the first bomb struck the ground. I was flown five feet by the shockwave but it was just like football I couldn't give up when I was blitzing to get to the QB. I kept on going as I was running over the ruined terrain my vision blurred but I was able to process everything faster as I ran towards the school. I was five steps into the building when the first bomb struck. I was standing in the middle of the office like a deer and head lights. I could only now realize how horrible the Blitz and the battle at Bastone must have been in WWII. I looked around and everyone was on the ground and under the desks watching me like I had three eyes and one leg. I started sprinting down the hall towards my sister's classroom. As I turned the corner I looked into the classroom to see all the second graders scared as hell, I picked out my sisters face when the bomb hit. I was thrown out of the doorway and through the glass and wood door across from my sister's room. I stood up with all the energy in my body looked over at my sister's room. It was gone. Here simply was nothing but a crater, scattered wood, and some bricks, nothing else. No desks, no backpacks, no Jess. After looking one word escaped me before I blacked out, "Jess."