Kim realized she was screwed six ways to sunday a bit too late. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to poke through, and the rain was just stopping when it happened. Such an abrupt thing, at such a perfect time when everything was starting to look up.
She had had good feelings about that spring. The compound they lived in was just right, and her mother's were getting along again. Everything had seemed fine, and then it all fell down around them.
Supers weren't allowed to gather in numbers, and even though they'd been discrete before, they'd gotten cocky.
Worse was she missed the raid. She missed everything, and came home to an empty field with the remains of their walls, and their homes standing like old ruins. The groceries she'd gone to get seemed so trivial then, and the eggs- because their chickens had been dry for two days- ended up broken on the ground with the butter, and the coffee creamer coagulating into one big mess.
Then she'd been on her own. Reality had hit just a little too late. The rubble at her feet had once been a garden, and now all the things they'd planted there were gone, ground into the soil like no one had cared that they may have needed those for food.
She stepped through what had once been a wall, and her feet crackled on broken children's toys. She didn't recognize them. Too battered, and broken, but she could tell who they belonged to. Everything was a mess. Her toes curled in her boots, and her breath caught in her throat as she tried to hold back tears.
Everything was-
Gone.
Like the wind had come through, and just picked it up, blowing it all away to some far off place. She had spent her whole life here, and it was gone.
Her room wasn't even a room anymore. The foundation remained the only thing to tell her where the walls had stood. Her bed was missing a leg, and the mattress had been dragged into the dirt. She dug through all of it, trying to find things she loved. Toys she'd played with. She found her old teddy bear. Her mother's had sewn it together from old scraps, but it was torn in two. Useless.
Her clothes were the only really salvageable thing, them, and a bag, she shoved everything she could in there, the two halves of the teddy bear, skirts, pants. A parka that was just a bit too small. Then she dried her tears, stood up, and walked away.
There was nothing left. Everything was gone.
The only thing she could do was move on. Try to find her family. Though they were probably dead. Those that resisted tended to end up that way.