I'm baaaack! I've had the BIGGEST writer's block ever, but I've finally come up with a decent writing plot. A few people gave me some prompts (GREATLY appreciated), but I honestly couldn't come up with a story with them. But it'll come to me sooner or later. ;)

Alrighty sweethearts, let's get started.

[Zander]

The city burned, lighting up the night sky like ever before.

I remember the night as if it was only yesterday. I guess it's because of where I live. I live in what was once an airport, now abandoned and lonely. But I'm not the only one who lives here. Families, probably hundreds of them live among the airport. Some live in storage tents, restaurants, even bathroom stalls. However, I was lucky enough to be able to live in an economy sized airplane. However, it's a little too big for just one person.

My family died in what the survivors would call a "terrorist" attack. My father was the first to walk into the flames where the real fist fights were. He is a former Marine so he knew how to handle these types of situations. However, he was struck by a stray arrow that someone must have shot for a different target.

My mother went out after him. She was a former spy for Germans, so she also knew when to do what. People have told me she put up a fight. But the fight obviously wasn't good enough.

Then there's Xavier. He must've been the youngest victim, being only three months old in my mother's womb.

That only left Kyle and I. I made myself made sure I would keep Kyle safe with all of my life. I must've not done well enough, because I lost Kyle due to cancer from too much exposure to radiation. I was nine years old when Kyle died.

My neighbor, an old man who also worked with my dad in the Marines, helped get me settled into the airport, but that was the last time I saw him. At age twelve I was recruited into the Defense; a group of teenagers who prepare for the terrorists' return. However, I honestly don't think they'll be coming back anytime soon.

Although people aren't allowed to leave the airport, I have found my ways. How? Tunnels. Millions of them. While I was walking around, I found these abandoned tunnels that must have been used as emergency exits while the airport was still in use. Now I use those tunnels whenever I need a break from all of this. I like roaming the empty streets; it helps me clear my head. I visit places like my school, the library, and the park my parents would always take me and Kyle to. I even visit my old house, but I never have enough strength to go inside.

I always wonder what it would be like to have grown up with my parents. And to watch Kyle grow up to become a handsome sixteen year old boy…like me. But instead I'm training to fight these so-called "terrorists" that seem like they will never come, I live in a broken down plane at an abandoned airport, and I sulk pretty much anytime I get. That's my life now. And there's nothing I can do about it.

-Pause-

Ooh…what a depressing chapter. But don't worry…there will be much Zevie in the upcoming chapters. So make sure you bear with me please! I've already outlined the second and third chapters so those will be coming anytime soon. BUT I WILL ONLY UPLOAD THEM IF YOU GUYS LIKE WHERE THE STORY IS GOING SO FAR. So make sure you review your thoughts! Whether they are compliments or constructive criticism, it is GREATLY appreciated. Thanks, sweethearts! :)