It's been a long time since I've seen the light. I'm not sure that it even exists any more. I haven't heard the screams of the dying, nor have I heard the sounds of death and decimation for quite some time. I'm hoping to God that the world above me still exists. I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of not knowing if he still exists.
It was maybe half a year or more ago that this all happened. Of course, war and violence had been happening for a long time before, but about six months ago, mankind hit rock bottom. And since then, as many of us as possible have been trying to get away and escape. Some survived, but most of us did not.
The world had been in an all out war. Each country was fighting with every country, an all out world war. I'm not sure if I even remember what started the war. And if there is anyone who does know how it started, I'm pretty sure that they're all long since gone by now. But what caused the war doesn't matter in the big picture. All that matters is survival.
It wasn't long before the nuclear war began to start, and we were all running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Murders, robberies, rape, and any kind of crime you could picture happened as we all began to lose hope of being civil with one another. I still remember his face, how horrified he looked as we were separated…
Everyone had begun to fight for what little supplies remained as mankind began to blow itself up, and had begun to run down the path of destruction. It wasn't long after that it had all begun to happen. Countries began to get paranoid. Many citizens began to commit suicide in fear of what was going to happen. Everyone in the world had seemed to lose their hope. But that didn't surprise me. I'm only shocked that I managed to survive somehow.
It had to be a month or so after this all began before things got as bad as possible. America had been developing new technology to keep itself safe and to rid itself of everyone around it. They were selfish bastards who only cared about themselves and not the rest of the world. Like where I'm from. Germany. How could people be so selfish? But then again, everyone was their enemy.
America developed some crazy bomb that was the strongest and most destructive yet. Some scientists predicted that the bomb would bring in the apocalypse. They were right. Needless to say, America finally launched their super bomb and ended up blowing themselves up, as well as the whole world. Those who were smart had predicted this and had created shelters under the Earth. They brought as many of us with as possible, but there wasn't enough room for all of us.
When they took us down into the shelters, I tried so hard to keep him by my side, but I failed. We got separated as one group of people grabbed me and the other grabbed him. I remember holding my hand out to grab him, and I remember the feeling of our hands grabbing. I thought I had succeeded and had a good enough grip on him to be able to pull him close to me, but soon the grip I had on him was severed by the crowd of screaming people.
I remember the look of terror in his wide chocolate brown eyes as we were pulled apart. My hand had slowly slipped from his and the last time I touched him was when my hand slid from his and our fingertips groped for each others', touching one last time before he was swept away. The last time I saw him, he was slowly smothered by the crowd. I don't even know if he was saved, or if he was blown up with the rest of the world.
My only hope is that he was taken to some other underground shelter. I'm not sure I there are any more shelters in Germany around our area, but all I can do is hope that there are and that he's safe and sound in one. For these six months, he's been all I've been able to think about. He's all I can dream about as well. I hope to God that we can see each other again, but I'm not sure at this point.
I've been stuck down in this god forsaken place for way too long now. I'm not sure what world exists above me, but all I know is that when I get out, my only goal will to be to start searching for him. Does he even still exist? Does he remember who I am? Does he miss me too? Time will only tell.
