A still untited SGA fic

I havent written anything in 10 years, that's right, a full DECADE, so if this story sucks, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I havent written anything since I was 11. Comments and helpful criticism are welcome, but I don't do grammar, so don't even get started on that.

And now the typical bru ha ha about how I don't own the characters or the show blah blah blah, now isnt that kind of obvious? Oh yeah, and this story is rated M for obvious reasons of blood, gore, angst, and maybe some smexiness a bit later, we'll see.

"Don't they know, it's the end of the world"

The car was black, and it was running the stop light, coming straight at the passenger's side, where I sat. That's the last thing I remember, before the world went black too.

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It was the explosion, woke me up from my dead sleep. I thought it was part of a dream, a dream I was waking up from. I was lying in a hospital bed, and IV drip connected to my arm, but the saline bag was long empty. I looked around, all the equipment was off, the lights were off too, but the room was still well lit, so it must have been day time. The hospital was eerily quiet, no nurses being called over the intercom, no beeping of heart monitors, or Drs rushing down the halls. To my surprise I wasn't in any pain at all, I looked down, expecting my legs to be broken, or even amputated. I had been in the passenger's side of the car when the other car ran the stop light. I thought about how it should have slammed into my right side, breaking everything on the right side of my body, maybe even killing me. But there my legs were, I could move my toes, and I was in no pain. Other than the IV drip, there were no signs that any procedures had been done to me. Except for one thing, on my chest, under my hospital gown, was a small amount of blood, but no wound. I touched the blood, wondering where it had came from.

There was a warm draft in the room, and a smell, but not a hospital smell, more like the smell of something burning, or being burned. I turned to look out the window, only to see that where the wall had once been, was now replaced by a gaping opening to the outside world. I was horrified, not only by the lack of a wall, but by what I saw outside. The sky was covered in a thick rust coloured smog. There were smoke rising from decimated and destroyed buildings covering the skyline. I couldn't stop staring, mouth agape, at the complete destruction of the city. The river that you can see from the hospital, the ST. John's river, which had never been very clean in the first place, was also the same rusty colour that the sky was. The numerous bridges that spanned our city had fallen to pieces, broken in half and sliding into the water.

I slid out of the hospital bed, taking the thin sheet with me, and wrapping around my waist like a towel, as the hospital gown didn't cover my bum. I wondered what to do with the empty IV drip in my arm. Pressing the nurses button wasn't an option, since the electricity was off. Weren't hospitals supposed to have emergency backup generators? I decided for now, to roll the IV bag along with me, until I could find someone who could tell me if it was alright to take the needle out of my arm.

The IV stand and I walked out into the hall, and into the most horrific sight I had ever seen in my life, even more so than my destroyed home town. The hall was littered with gurneys on all sides, some even in the middle. On the gurneys lay bodies, some of them looked like they had been dead for years, as their corpses were nothing but husks. There were many like that, but there were also bodies of gunshot victims, and also those that looked like they were victims of explosions. One body I noticed in particular was a man in uniform, a police, or maybe a security guard. Then entire side of his head had been blown or shot off, exposing his brain. I couldn't tell how long he had been dead. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I walked slowly past the dead officer, trying not to look at him, I don't know why, its not like he could see me.

I wondered down the hall and up to the elevators, every corner of this floor of the hospital was covered with bodies on gurneys, some on the floor on top of makeshift beds. The worst were the human husks, the ones that looked like they had been dead for years. There was nothing I could think of in war or plague that would make a person look like that. The elevators were going to be of no use anyhow without power.

I was getting tired, and hungry. I sat down at a nurses station. I didn't see anything wrong with it, the staff seemed to have moved on quite a while ago. There was a vending machine nearby, but short of taking an axe to it, there would be no way to get to any of the food inside.

I knew my way around this hospital, I had been there before myself as a patient, and to visit sick relatives. I was confident I knew where the hospital cafeteria was, because I really really needed to eat, my hands were becoming shaky and my head starting to hurt from lack of nutrition.

At the end of the hall was the exit to the emergency stairway, and it was time to take the IV out of my arm. I yanked the tape off in one swipe, as painful as it was, it was better to get it over with fast. Then I just slid the needle out of my arm, and left the IV stand behind to descend the stairs.

I wished I had had some shoes with me, not that walking through halls of bodies with shoes on was going to be any more sanitary. This was the 6th floor, as I slowly descended the stairs I had a lot to think about, like why I wasn't injured, and what had happened to my mom, who was driving. I would have imagined she would have been injured much less or not at all, and might have been released way before me. Thoughts about war raced through my head. It looked as if either bombs had been sat off or dropped on the city. Who would do this to us? Who were we at war with now? North Korea? Iran? Russia? Those were the first 3 countries to run through my head. Could this all be the work of Al Qaeda? Did they have the power to destroy an entire city? All these thoughts ran through my head walking down the flights of stairs. There was another astounding thing I noticed, as I walked down the stairs, I wasn't even slightly out of breath, my heart wasn't pounding against my chest. Even though I had been sickly most of my life, I descended these stairs with ease. Maybe it was the adrenaline, that was the only explanation I could think of.

At the bottom of the stairs was the door to the outside world. Ready or not…