Not with a Bang, but a Whimper by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairings: Main-Chris/Lindsay; Side-Ezekiel/Izzy, Harold/Heather, Noah/Courtney, and Duncan/Bridgette
Prompt: Nuclear holocaust and T. S. Eliot
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a band, but a whimper.-T. S. Eliot
Everyone was in a panic. People were rioting in the streets. When the police finally showed up, it was not to stop them, but to join them. Pencil pushers in Washington were desperately trying to calculate the exact moment of destruction. The military and its scientists were furiously working around the clock to stop it.
At least, that's what Lindsay had heard from Heather. She and her husband, Harold, were now working as fast as they could, trying to find something, anything, that could in anyway stop it.
Lindsay snorted at the thought. She was a bit of a blonde and even she knew it was pointless. Nothing could stop it, they had too little time. All they could do was try to survive, which was practically impossible.
Though, that's not what Duncan believed. Turns out, Duncan was much smarter than others gave him credit for, somewhat like Lindsay herself. He had built a shelter, years before, in case of this happening. He had stocked it with enough food, water, and other basic necessities to survive over twenty years in that thing. When he had called and told her, she wished him and Bridgette and their children the best of luck.
Others, however, didn't have a bomb shelter. Instead, they would be left to fend for themselves as disaster struck, that is, if they survived the disaster. Many considered that notion and then committed suicide. Noah, Courtney, and their kid did just that, all of them swallowing cyanide.
However, some just went to sleep, like Ezekiel and Izzy. They and the triplets all took sleeping pills, enough to knock them out for several days, not that they needed that long. Izzy had told Lindsay about it just before they did it, too.
So, Lindsay smiled as she slipped Chris and Danielle NyQuil into their drinks and watched as they both fell asleep on her and Chris's bed. She kissed her daughter goodnight and stared at her husband. In the end, she ran her hand the side of face, feeling smooth skin, eyelashes, and then stubble. She kissed his lips one last time and then sat next to him, stroking his hair.
Lindsay stared out the window. She didn't take anything that would knock her out or kill her, didn't lock herself in a bomb shelter, nor did she try to find a way to stop this. No, she would simply watch. After, how often did a nuclear holocaust that would destroy the world happen?
So, that did not turn out how I thought it would. I was originally thinking of a sweet, fluffy story, but then I read The Compound by S. A. Bodeen, so this is how it turned out. Read and review.
Word count according to Microsoft Word 2009: 524