A lonely child...
A child sat in the dusty room, where had everything gone? He had heard the sirens and his parents took him down to the basement so he would be safe, but when the went up to get something the door shut and locked, leaving him alone. Minutes later he heard the explosions and the screams, he plugged his ears but the sound was too much to block out, he spent the night in that cursed basement, listening to the gunshots and bombs, when finally there was one large bang, and everything was silent. He decided he was to tired to look, and resolved on investigating in the morning. What he saw when he left the basement shocked him, he was standing in his house, or what was left of it, the wind blew in his face, carrying a foul stench, he looked around and could see ash and decay everywhere. Fires burned in the distant city, but he could not hear the usual city bustle, perhaps it had suffered the same fate as his beloved home. His mother and father were missing, though when he started searching through the ash he found his mother and fathers wedding rings, why had the left them? he walked a few feet further and found 2 skeletons, holding each other in a final, loving embrace The child broke into tears, what could have done this? The child looked down and saw his hands were starting to burn, what was happening? He then felt his face start burning. He knew he was going to die, so he went into the middle of the room and sat, waiting to be taken back to his mother and father. He did not mind as the burning consumed his skin, he knew he would be payed off in the end, seeing his family again was worth the pain of death, for they would be reunited, this time in eternity. But what could have caused this? he wondered. He decided that he would not just die without knowing why. He walked towards the city, not far away. What he saw frightened him, how could so much death exist in one place? He saw the skeletal remains of a battle, the tanks crews skinned to the bone. As he walked into a house he could hear a radio crackling, giving a message of warning to anyone left alive, he only listened to it to find out what had happened, he did not want to survive. As his final minutes passed he heard the voice on the radio say something about a nuclear attack. The boy then realized what had happened. he heard about it on the radio and news but never figured it would really happen! He realized his parents had saved him to keep him alive, he now feared his self sealed fate. But as he was giving up hope he heard an engine rumbling out side, more survivors? He heard heavy boots clanking up the stairs, the door to the room he was in was burst down. A man in a military suit came in, holding a first aid kit. The man took a radio out of his pocket, "We found another one!" he said. More boots came up the stairs, one of the men carrying a first aid kit. With this he treated the child's wounds, numbing the pain. The men brought him outside to a large line of vehicles, putting him in the back of a truck with other survivors. The convoy then drove off, with survivors in tow. The boy was in the back of a rescue vehicle with others who had shared the same plight, but he still felt lonely, he had lost everything he knew, everything he cared about, but his parents had wanted him to survive, and that is what he would do, no matter how he felt, for he wanted to honor their memory.