I remembered when I was 12, a carefree time that was. Back then things were simpler. Believe it or not, I had 10 sisters, 5 older, and 5 younger. All of them had a thing they love to do, everyone's different, everyone's quirky in their own way. Even though we were different from each other, we were very close. We did lots of things together, we fought, we played, we traveled, we fought... Come to think of it, we pretty much fight everyday back then. But still, we were family, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. We were practically inseparable.

Until that day happened, June 9th 2022, the day fate separated us forever. The day the world ended, not that it's not common knowledge, but I'm trying to set a mood here. During the first 6 months, we spend the entire time in the fallout shelter my sister Lisa made. It was fine, a bit cramped, a bit smelly, but we were together, and that's the only thing that matters, we were together, alive. That was until our food supply depleted. We had 15 days worth left at that time. My dad, Lynn Loud Sr, made the choice to climb upstairs to get some food. We begged him not to go. Uninterestingly enough, he never came back. Those 15 days were the worst time of my entire life, the most painful moment that I wouldn't wish upon my enemies. Those 15 days of hellish nightmares, and if I said that it was hell itself, the dictionary wouldn't debate. At least, I didn't lose everything though, but there's just the three of us now, the three unlucky ones that managed to live through 20 years of pain and torture.


Day 1


"Dad, please don't go, this thing might be over in a few days," Lori begged. I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. We all saw what happened on TV a few days ago. We know how bloody it could get outside.

"Yeah dad, we just need to wait a bit," Lana said with tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Daddy please don't go!" Lola cried as she pulled on dad's pants.

But against our wishes, dad had to be the hero.

"It'll be fine, I'll come back before dinner" He said as he buckled a helmet on. "Wish me luck guys!" He said before unlatching the hatch and running out.

We were all at that monitors, looking outside. When he got out of the shelter, there was nothing outside. It was empty, then the next second, we saw him. We saw him trying to fight off five monsters the size of an 11 year old with his revolver. BANG! BANG! BANG! The last thing we saw was him begging for them to stop as they munch on his body like a a rotisserie chicken. His last words were "Survive kids," before blowing his own brains out with a revolver. We can't do anything. Mom, sat there with her mouth agape, she didn't know what to do. Lori, my eldest sister went into a breakdown. Leni didn't know how to response and shuts down everything. Luna tried to get out of the shelter to save him but we couldn't let her. We just sat there, crying, mourning, praying. If only we could turn back time.

We had two guns in the shelter, dad brought one and 12 bullets. We had 48 when we entered the shelter. 36 rounds of .38 special.

"Mom, what do we do now?" Lynn asked. Fear in the eyes of that adrenaline junkie. Fear, something that if it weren't for that moment, I wouldn't believe that it could be associated with Lynn Loud Jr.

"HAHAHAHA! Good joke dad!" Luan yelled maniacally. Seeing dad die like that live on camera destroyed the circuits in her brain. She didn't stop laughing until she fell asleep. I guess everyone had their own way of coping.

"We... We..." Mom stuttered. Back then, I thought that mom wasn't doing a fine job, but now that I felt the pain of losing my other half, I learned that she was doing better than I ever did. Cheers mom, I'll drink to you.

"We ration our food, and hope to God that this thing ends soon," Lisa said before hitting the bunks. We could hear that emotionally dead 5 year old cry that night. We couldn't do anything.

That day ended with the sound of the creatures that ate dad leaving his cold dead bloody body on the ground to be feasted on by crows and maggots. I couldn't sleep well that night. It was me sitting on the floor of the shelter, and Luna tied to a pipe after she tried to run outside to help dad. I sat beside her, and I could hear her weak weeps. All the other sisters were huddled together on the mattresses they laid in front of the monitor, hugging each other to sleep as they silently wept the lost of our father. Mom didn't sleep I think, because she grabbed the bottle of wine dad brought in and locked herself in the bathroom. I suppose I would chug a bottle of booze down if I had one then.

"Lunes... umm... do you want a blanket?" I asked her. She looked at my face and gave me a weak smile.

"That'll be nice," She replied. I got up and grabbed my blanket from my cot and covered her. "Thanks bro,"

"It's alright Lunes, we're sibs," I said as I lied on her leg. "Goodnight Luna,"

"Night Lincoln," Luna said as my consciousness went to sleep. But the dreams I had that night was the first of many that haunts me to this day. If I had enough courage, I would've used one of those 36 bullets and killed everyone that night, at least it would have spared them the pain and suffering they faced later on. I wish I had done more that day. Instead, I just cried.


THE DAILY NEWS, JUNE 9TH 2022

20,000 CONFIRMED CASUALTIES IN PASADENA AFTER METEOR STRIKE, SEARCH AND RESCUE HALTENED BY THICK SMOKE AND MESS HYSTERIA

PASADENA, CA - 20,000 Confirmed casualties as reported by the National Crisis Aid Agency (NCAA) after an unprecedented meteor strike hits the center of the city. Survivors are being taken into nearby hospitals for recovery, local EMTs have stated that they are running out of black tags to mark the victims. Hospitals are also currently in dire need of more wards. Field hospitals are being deployed by the National Guard and the NCAA in the surrounding counties.

"We can only expect that the casualties rise up as the week go by, at the end of the operation, we're expecting around 100,000 casualties," - said Lt. Col. Virgil Emerson during an interview this morning.