Musk. old, dusty, musk. I opened my eyes; I was standing in my room.
But then I realized, it wasn't my room. Everything is aged, as if a hundred
years went by, this couldn't be my new room. Everything was dusty, and the
air tasted old. What happened? I thought. The blinds were closed, and a
yellow light filtered through. It wasn't sunlight though; it was more like
a whisper from an almost dead oil lamp. I looked at my dresser. My fresh
roses I picked this morning were now dried and dusty. Then at my computer.
It was covored in a thick dusty shell. I slowly walked out of my room and
looked down the hall. The air seemed to be coated with a gray haze. Nobody.
I then walked into my bathroom, and looked into my mirror, as I had done,
what seemed like just an hour ago. I grabbed my washcloth, which felt old
and brittle, and wiped off the dust, so I could see my reflection.
Everything looked the same, except one thing. There was no color on me,
except my green eyes. Inside I faught between screaming and crying.
"I don't get it! Is this some kind of sick dream? I want to wake up, right
now!" I yelled. My voice barely echoed. I took a deep breath, and instantly
my whole body convulsed. It hurt as if I hadn't breathed in years. I stood
panting, clutching my chest. Beep. Beep Beep. What's that? I thought. I
walked out of my bathroom and into my room again. I listening for the noise
again, when it repeated, I found that it was coming from my computer. I
walked over to it, and sat in my chair. The screen was black, except for a
blinking green underscore. I wiped the screen with my hand so I could see
better. Then green writing appeared.
"The Worst Attack In Mankind"
"IRAQ, FIGHTS BACK"
"The End of Life"
These are newspaper headings! I thought to myself. But what does it all mean? That bomb should have killed me.... or...am I dead? But I feel alive, I thought. I looked at my skin, and pinched it. It felt as if my hand had gone numb. I could feel the touch, but no pain. But I have to be alive...I think. The thoughts flew through my head. I looked back at the computer screen and it was blank again. Next it showed something that made my stomach knot up.
Death Lists. It had rows and rows of cities, ordered under countries, ordered under continents. Continents! I thought in agony. Everything gone, Ventura must be wiped out. My eyes started to sting with tears. That bomb destroyed everything. Everything. The screen had once again changed. This time it read...
"Ventura, California" Death Count – Whole city-
This meant that I died, and all of my friends died, too. I took my mouse and clicked on the words. Then names started appearing on the screem. I hesitantly started looking down the rows and rows of names. These were the people that died in Ventura. I knew these people. Friends, Family...teachers...oh god. She was so nice...I went to kindergarten with him. I must have looked at that list for hours, just remembering the people. Then what appeared on my screen made me want to scream. My heart felt like it was shot. On the screen appeared my boyfriend's name. In between his sister's, mother's, and father's. "I can't take this anymore!" I screamed. I ran up to my mirror, looked at my reflection once again, and threw my fist into it. The shattered pieces fell to the floor. I looked at my hand. I had a cut on my hand, that bled black blood. The cut then seemed to shrink, until it disappeared. This is crazy! I ran out of my room and down the hall. I violently grabbed the doorknob and stopped. I looked at my hand. I've done this before, I thought. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. I wish someone could have prepared me for what I was about to see.
"The Worst Attack In Mankind"
"IRAQ, FIGHTS BACK"
"The End of Life"
These are newspaper headings! I thought to myself. But what does it all mean? That bomb should have killed me.... or...am I dead? But I feel alive, I thought. I looked at my skin, and pinched it. It felt as if my hand had gone numb. I could feel the touch, but no pain. But I have to be alive...I think. The thoughts flew through my head. I looked back at the computer screen and it was blank again. Next it showed something that made my stomach knot up.
Death Lists. It had rows and rows of cities, ordered under countries, ordered under continents. Continents! I thought in agony. Everything gone, Ventura must be wiped out. My eyes started to sting with tears. That bomb destroyed everything. Everything. The screen had once again changed. This time it read...
"Ventura, California" Death Count – Whole city-
This meant that I died, and all of my friends died, too. I took my mouse and clicked on the words. Then names started appearing on the screem. I hesitantly started looking down the rows and rows of names. These were the people that died in Ventura. I knew these people. Friends, Family...teachers...oh god. She was so nice...I went to kindergarten with him. I must have looked at that list for hours, just remembering the people. Then what appeared on my screen made me want to scream. My heart felt like it was shot. On the screen appeared my boyfriend's name. In between his sister's, mother's, and father's. "I can't take this anymore!" I screamed. I ran up to my mirror, looked at my reflection once again, and threw my fist into it. The shattered pieces fell to the floor. I looked at my hand. I had a cut on my hand, that bled black blood. The cut then seemed to shrink, until it disappeared. This is crazy! I ran out of my room and down the hall. I violently grabbed the doorknob and stopped. I looked at my hand. I've done this before, I thought. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. I wish someone could have prepared me for what I was about to see.