Unthinkable

Time Flies By

Diary entry 10, day 28 in hiding.

Lord. I don't know what to do, what to say. For almost a month, I've just been sauntering around this region as if I have no plan; no mission.

I can't stand by that anymore. I don't even know whether my family is dead or alive, what they are doing; anything.

Even if their dead, I still have to do this for the other people. I'm here already, I've said my goodbyes. It doesn't really matter anymore.

I'm 15 now, yes, I had my Birthday. Alone. Isolated. In fact, that was the day of strike # 1.

I walked through the doors of the mechanical building. Using my Pin Code, I got upstairs to the *private* area. You won't believe what I found.

It was an illegal, stolen nuclear bomb. You won't believe who they stole it from, the "Pakistani" side.

This was terrible. This meant my family wasn't dead.

Well, as soon as I inferred that, I had a revelation. I had to either dispose the bomb, or bring everyone to safety. I'm trying to do both.

It's been 11 days since my birthday, ever since then I've been waking up extra early everyday to dry and extinguish this situation. It never works.

This morning I decided that there was no hope of disposing the bomb and I should quit trying. Anyways if I keep it running and repeatedly failed to end it, it would burst and I would have no time to evacuate the caged people.

I'm on my way now. It's the only time I've had to do this; to write. These 28 days have been a major expedition. I cannot wait to meet my mother, sister and brother again.

This will be something worth all those shed tears.