This one is a little request by a guest named Amelia

Bears are the only visitors to the city anymore. Well can it really be still called a city? Really all it is a memory that's slowly fading away into the woods around it. To a rare human visitor it gives off an eerie feeling, as if constantly being watched from one of the many widows above. Ghosts or perhaps memories watch with unblinking eyes in the deathly silent streets.

Though it could just be the overwhelming dread caused by knowing that the radiation is still leaking from the infamous reactor. It's been leaking since that night.

Russia remembers it all too clearly. He had received the call late that night but instead of bolting out of bed like he wishes he had done he yawned into the phone. "It can wait until morning."

"Wait? Mr. Russia shouldn't we start to evacuate?"

"Evacuate? Why would we do that?" He remembers asking, "We don't want to scare them besides do you know what time it is?"

"Sir, I don't think you understand; it exploded."

Those last words still ring in his ears, "It exploded." But he still waited three days to evacuate Pripyat…took days to tell his sisters why they were feeling so sick. Then the look on their faces, it was a mix of horror and rage.

Even as he walks among the ruins their faces still appear in the cracked windows never letting him forget what happened here. What was once and never will be again and no matter how many sunflowers he wants to plant it can't soak up the mess he helped make.

It was supposed to rival America's Three Mile Island but what it rivaled was what America dropped on Hiroshima.

"I'm sorry…" He says as the wind rushes past him making a few children's swings rattle. "If only they had waited…and I had rushed instead of the other way around…"