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I Am The Author And These Are My Notes:Yay it's chapter one! I plan to have some sort of foreshadowing event in the 3rd person at the begining of each chapter from now on.

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"A house divided against itself cannot stand." Abraham Lincoln June 16, 1856

January 6, 2014. 1025 hours. A military base in California

A phone rings, "Hello?" said a deep throaty voice.

"You have what you need General. I believe it ish time for the operashion to begin." The voice on the other line clearly wasn't fluent in English.

"Yes sir. I will do my part as long as you stick with your end of the bargain."

"Oh, don't worry General. You have nowthing to be afraid off." Said the voice, still struggling with his English.

"Good." An evil sneer appeared on the General's face as he hung up the phone. "Lieutenant!" He shouted at a nearby officer.

"Sir!" The Lieutenant snapped to attention.

"Contact the Leviathan and tell them to commence the operation."

"Yes sir!"

"We have a little something special planned for today, and I don't want a delay."

The Lt. saluted and left the room, while the General said to himself,

"Yes, we have planned something very special indeed."

January 6, 2014. 1100 hours. Dearborn Heights 'Outskirts of Detroit' .

It was a perfect winter day, the sky was clear, the air was crisp and fresh, the snow was pure white, and I was visiting my parents because of my break from work that day. My parent's house was one of those corner houses, it was a small one story, red brick house in the middle of a usually quiet neighborhood. I had lived there all my life along with my two brothers and my sister, until I graduated and moved a few miles away. As for my siblings, they had moved all over the state and I rarely had a chance to speak with them. It seemed that the only people I had left were my friends and my parents.

I had just left the house to go for a walk in this beautiful winter weather, leaving my father inside watching the news. The snow gave a soft squashing sound with each step I took. I listened to the rhythm of my steps and reminisced a little about my life after high school. I remembered the graduation, and how someone convinced a pizza delivery guy to bring fifteen pizzas to the assembly! After that however, most of us drifted apart and went our separate ways. Now I only stay in contact with four of what used to be an unimaginable amount of people. Drew, Justin, Phil, and Bernadette, who was on her way back to the city that day for her two week vacation from the Air Force.

It seemed that nothing could ruin that seemingly perfect day… I was wrong.

I heard the front door of the house slam open and my father rushed out towards me. My father was just a little shorter than I was, about five feet six inches, and had thick gray-black hair and dark brown eyes that seemed to look deep into your soul. He had a slight beer belly but remained relatively strong overall. In fact, he looked a lot like an older version of my younger brother. He a usually tough, serious, strong willed person, could rarely be seen in a state of fear. Which is why when he came rushing out of the house towards me with that look of sheer terror on his face, I knew something was wrong.

He said in a voice so shaky that I almost didn't understand him. "On… on the news… radical officers… took the Pacific states… and… and…"

"And what?" I said, "Just say it." I could feel a well of fear growing in the pit of my stomach, for what he said next shook me to the core.

"And they launched… a nuke… Towards Detroit."

I suddenly felt my body grow numb. "No way… no way in hell is this happening!" I thought. I looked at my father, hoping he wasn't serious, but the look on his face said it all.

"How much time?" I could barely speak, my throat had an ever growing knot in it.

"What?" my father said.

"How much time before the missile hits?" I forced myself to stay calm although I knew we were doomed.

"Three minutes. We only have three minutes."

"Damn it!" I screamed, "We'll never make it out of here in time! We are as good as dead!"

Our neighbors must have heard the news too, because everyone was scrambling to their cars in a seemingly futile attempt to escape the blast area from the thousands of tons of explosive power that was on its way to annihilate the city. My father and I rushed into the house to get my mother out into the van so we could get as far from the city as possible. Maybe, just maybe we could get far enough away so we could survive.

"What's going on?" my mother asked. She had a confused look on her face since she never heard the news.

She was a short woman, and the times had finally begun to catch up with her. She had dark brown-hazel eyes, and ever since she saw the first strand of gray in her hair, she had dyed it reddish-brown.

"There's no time to explain, just get to the car now!" my father said in his frantic voice.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we rushed to the van. We had to slow down as we realized we had to help my mother because she had a bad leg from a car accident from a few years back. The seconds ticked by excruciatingly slowly. However, I knew deep inside that it wouldn't work. There was just no way that anyone would be able to survive a nuclear attack.

I glanced in the direction towards Downtown Detroit, thinking about how may millions would lose their lives today in some psycho officers' insane plans for whatever their demented ideas were.

One second later the sky turned a blinding white. It was a brightness that fazed out the sun and consumed the mid day sky. The nuke's shockwave then ripped through the suburb. The roar of its approach was deafening, it was a subsonic roar that shook the very ground beneath my feet. I screamed but couldn't hear a single word… then it struck. The wave of air blasted me into a tree and I felt the feeling in my whole body vanish as I collapsed onto the soil. As I fazed in out of consciousness, I saw first hand the force of the most powerful weapon in the military's arsenal. Buildings imploded, trees tore in half, and the concrete streets were ruptured as if struck by a force 5 earthquake.

I laid there for uncountable hours, constantly alternating between periods of the darkness of unconsciousness, and times of sleepy alertness. "God… why?" I remember saying.

I was beginning to completely black out. I felt death's encroaching presence all around me. And as my mind began to finally slip away, I heard a faint voice. "Over hear! We've found another one…"

From that horrendous moment on, Detroit as we knew it, ceased to exist.

Notes From Me: Yup, that's it for now, and don't get mad cause Detroit is gone, I have nothing against Detroit OK, it's just a plot point.

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