It was a normal day in America, everyone was going on about their day normally; rushing to work,waking up for school or just going for their daily walk around the block; everyone thought it was a normal day,it was suppose to be a normal day,but life never goes the way we expect,especially it for America. America woke up to the sound of the busy streets in New York,all the way up in his penthouse apartment. He slowly crawled out of bed and stretched his arms out in front of his floor to ceiling windows that overlooks a part of the city. His favorite view from this point is all of the american flags that flap around a 5 star hotel that is just down the street from his apartments.
With a little smile on his lips, he walked off to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Today felt like a good day to cook some bacon,eggs, pancakes (a recipe Canada left there one day), cereal, french toast and whatever else he could find to eat for breakfast. The television was on in the other room on a random news network that he was using as background noise. Today he planned to get some new games and scary movies to play and watch with Tony when he comes back from his parents place. He went to get some orange juice when something didn't feel right. Maybe he needed milk instead of juice. The food was almost ready when a loud alarm when off, which was actually his cellphone and the t.v making the exact same sound at the exact same time. He grabbed the remote and muted the program and picked up his phone. "Hello-" America started but was interrupted by screaming and an explosion before the line went dead. That weird feeling from earlier started to come back, but more intense than the first. He almost doubled over and his glasses jumped off of his face. Now it doesn't take an idiot to know that glasses don't usually jump off of peoples faces, and not everyone has Texas as eye-were,but that still shouldn't happen. To make matters even worse, he couldn't see, which didn't make any sense at all. With or without Texas, he could see perfectly fine,well, except this time. Everything was blurry and he couldn't even make out a shape; all he saw was globs of colors and a spot spot where the colors keep changing which was annoying the hell out of him since he could barely even see his hand in front of his face. Ignoring the growing pain that's quickly going throughout his body;he tried walking to the table to un-mute the t.v, one way or another, he was going to find out what was going on here.
In the effort for looking for the remote, he knocked down a chair, some photos, he stepped on something that he hoped wasn't his glasses, and ran his knee into the table,hard, until he found that damned remote and brought it up to his face looking for the button named 'mute' only to hear more explosion and screaming from the program. He could only hear bits and pieces of what was being said,"-exploded somewhere in the middle of the United States- " America coughed,he started to feel sick and slightly dizzy. "Its,um, spreading through the air and somehow causing things to explode. People are dropping dead left and right and i just gain some information that there is a chance that some had mutated-" now the reporter was coughing " its recommended that you say indoors-" a loud crashing sound in the background increases the screaming, along with the reporter and a louder one which might of belonged to the cameraman. A sniffing sound and a sob hinted that the reporter was crying now, which was now clearly heard in her voice, " B-b-but don't. Ch-chances are that the microorganisms in the air will also explode in or a-around the building you are s-sheltering in. Some may have underground rooms,that must be deeper than your average basement, have a higher chance of l-living through this, um, national disaster and-" Another explosion went off which made the reporter scream along with the cameraman before America heard the sound of static for a minute which was switched over to a high pitch sound that seems to go with that rainbow screen when there is an error with the report.
After some time, he found the power button on the remote, but he didn't touch it for the television to turn off,that was the fault of an explosion outside which knocked down the power line to the apartment complex.
With nothing to distract him from the pain, which he believed is now the fault of the strange exploding microorganisms; America basically collapsed face first to the floor. That's was just what he need,more pain,even if it was minimal compared to the internal pain that he now has to suffer through. He had to get up. Even if moving his arms and legs made him want to just stay there until all of this mess was over,he had to move.
Unable to stand, he crawled to the balcony. He was happy that the maid came the day before or it would of taken him much longer to get there;having Tony over for movie marathon followed by the newest games always left quite a huge mess. The railing of the balcony was white and had clear foggy plates as part of the simple design,which was no help for a crawling nation who could barely see and doesn't seem to be able to stand any time soon. He sighed, which made the pain noticeable again, and punched the railing covering closest to him.
Now he wished he didn't do that. It wasn't the pain in his arm that felt like a ton of bricks have fallen all over it nor was it the fact that he had forgotten his own strength and broke down the rest of the covering in the railing, nor was it the millions of glass shards that now cover his hair,arms, part of his chest, and the ground. It was his vision and hearing. It was his hearing because the all of the glass in the pen hose were made to muffle or slightly mute the sounds of traffic outside,even when the person was outside, and it was his vision because he clearly remembers there being a hotel across from him. Even in his" blindness" he could point out that there was smoke and rubble at the spot were hotel once stood and he could also ,unfortunately, tell that there were fewer skyscrapers in the distant.
And then it was the screaming. He heard the screaming of pain, the screaming for help, the screaming of children trying to find their parents and of the parents doing the same to find their kids, the screaming for the ones who had died,the screaming for the ones who had lost there voice to scream back and the people who were there just screaming. They were screaming because they knew they couldn't do anything about it,they could help and it would most likely fail and lose their life as well as the other person they try to help. So they scream.
And he screamed.
And he cried.
And then the apartment gave out to those "micro-terrorist", he heard someone once yell, which also made him go down with the building. Under all of the metal,steel,brick and glass which was now the rubble of his building, he heard a small child singing and crying. That broke his heart in many more ways then how it was now,but then that song clicked in his head,and he smiled.
America tried to move a little closer,finding out that the only thing he could move was his head. He heard another voice talking to the child. "What are you doing standing in the open like this?" the other person,who sounds like an elderly woman, asked. "m-my mommy...is f-far away from home a-a-a-and she told me to sing this song when i'm sad.." the child cried out " and i am r-r-r-really sad! Daddy pushed me out before the house f-fell down and i cant find daddy!" The child started to cry harder. "hush,child,shh,shh. Later, much later ,we will see if we can find your daddy okay? do you want me to sing with you?" America imagined that the woman was patting the child head trying to stop the crying. The child must of nodded because the woman then said " Okay then, i'l sing it with you and you can come with me. Why did your mommy tell you to sing that?"
It was quiet and he wondered if they had left. He started to feel sleepy,having no energy to scream, he just decided to close his eyes and fall asleep to get away from all that pain he is suffering and from the pain from around him that he can't help. "S-s-she said that it can bring hope and hope makes people happy..." the child answered. Well that woke him up. "Is that so? Well i also heard that song is a lullaby for your county. So lets sing America to sleep and make you happy. Is that alright with you?" The child laughed "Yes! She's sleepy isn't she?" the child asked. " Well i believe so." And then child started singing and the woman helped:
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
They walked away singing and America, after hearing his lullaby, fell asleep with tears rolling out of his eyes and a small smile on his face,happy to know that that will be the last thing he'll hear before being swept up by the darkness.
A newspaper, somewhere in the world, post this as the top story. On the front of the paper is a photo of a city with very little buildings still standing in the field of rubble that were which once homes and offices. The picture was printed in color but everything looked black and white. The title of the article was the only thing most read after seeing the picture before they ran off to call family members or friends who lived or were visiting America or they ran off to comfort a fired who had family in the country.
THE US HAD FALLEN! OVER 282,500 DEATHS AND GROWING DUE TO "TINY BOMBS"
A person would have read this as a horrible story but a nation would of read this as a death certificate for America.
"...America...is dead?!"