When The Last One Falls

by JayKing52

When the world is falling apart at the seams it is up to Shaylen and her friends to try and stop it. But where do they even begin to look for the dictator that started it all. And when feelings and death get in the way, will they make it before the last one falls. "The world we once knew is gone, all hope is lost, but we might have a chance, now the question is, are you with me?"

This isn't really meant to actually be a first chapter, more like a prologue or introduction but it's a start so no harsh judging yet... I would like you guys to R&R and tell me if this is the least bit interesting :) soooo I guess thats all I have to say now I'll just wait for you lovely people to let me know whats up.

Three years ago… Three years ago is when it all happened. Bombs fell from the sky like an Armageddon flame raining across the nation. In the few hours after the attack, the earth seemed at a stand still. Fire and ash rained from the sky. The silence was deafening. I was knocked out for some time, but I'm not certain for how long. But when I awoke I remember hearing the sound of heavy vehicles so I peered out the window, and the sight of those army vehicles gave me the right mind to believe they knew what had happened and they were trying to fix it. I stared for a while at them, slowly moving as they appeared and disappeared in the cloud of ash when suddenly I noticed a sharp pain in my side. I looked down, my white t-shirt had a fresh stain of blood. I lifted my shirt to see how badly the wound was. The cut was deep and certain positions made it bleed out worse. But what was I to do? The slightest of movements shot fiery pain through out my mid section, almost unbearable. I felt like shouting for help, but the words never came to my mouth. Minuets went by and I half expected that this was the end for me, I was just going to die here on my best friends bedroom floor. And all I had to pass the time was to search through my thoughts of my entire life. Remembering the good times as well as the bad. Wondering if my friends were alright, if they were still alive. All of a sudden loud gun shots and screams interrupted my thoughts and echoed through the air. Despite the sheer pain, I lifted my self up to see out the window. Soldiers were now walking beside the army trucks holding guns and shooting every survivor in sight. I watched in disbelief. Why were they doing this? What I saw that day could only be described as something that would come out of terrible nightmare. The very people I had thought had come to our rescue, were the very people behind it all.