Now if you're wondering if I survived or not of course I did. Or else I wouldn't be telling you my story right now. When I heard the chaos going on all around me I had know something was wrong. People were screaming and running pushing everything and everyone in their paths over. Dropping their things and heading for their cars, taking off in fury. I had tried to run back home which was a good 6 mile walk without the tram. I knew I did not have the time people were screaming about the bombs and the death that has already occurred. I had seen people jump off buildings to their death to evade the death that was already coming upon us all and I rushed for a place to find refuge. A Safe haven. There was nothing to be found. I did see a storm drain off the my right and I had used all my strength and pulled it off and started to climb down into the dark abyss. Pulling the crate back over I looked around to see nothing but darkness, and dirty smelling water. Lots of trash too. I took my seat against the wall and had cried. All these emotions running through my mind of the millions of deaths going on around me. I had fallen into a sleep like state to evade time untill the end of the world came upon me.
I awoke to rumble and screams. Loud bangs and booms. I had known the bombs had finally arrived. The top of the sewage was crumbling over me and falling to the ground. I knew it wasn't safe in here. But was outside any better.? I got up and rushed towards the ladder as a chunk of rubble had fallen once again from the ceiling and smacked me across the back of the head. I saw the darkness once again.
I came to consciousness. A pounding headache in my skull. I touched my hand to my head pulling back with dark brown blood. How long had I been laying here? I got up my whole body aching and screaming for me to lay back down and rest once again. I pushed past it and kept going. Pieces of ruble fell of my back and hair falling to the dirty ground. I reached for the ladder and slowly ascended upwards. I pushed the crate off once again my back aching while being stretched. I pulled myself out and looked all around me to the destruction of my home town. My world I had known was gone and now only brought death.
I had decided to try and continue on wards to home. Hoping my family. My coven.. my mother was still alive and had evaded the nuclear bombs that descended upon us. I limped a bit but the adrenaline running through my body pushed me to continue. I turned the last corner of my street and stopped in my tracks. I had fallen to my knees in despair and complete rage. My home. There was no home anymore. It was gone. The only thing left standing was the front gates and the stair case leading into the front entrance. I sobbed in agony. My family.
I decided to keep going. Leaving that part of my life behind and continued to walk in hopes of running across my loved family. My only family. I have no one now. I found an old run down liquor store that still had some canned food and bottles of water left on the shelves. I stocked my backpack up and went off into our very own nuclear hell.