High-Wired (A High Rise Dystopian Fiction)

The Detonation

              The year was 2050, October 14th. Creed wasn't home he was wandering an abandoned house in the woods when all of the sudden he heard a loud outburst. He dropped the floor and ducked underneath a pile of old beams, he put his hands over his face and pressed his knees close to his chest. The loud noises stopped, he got out from his hiding spot when suddenly rubble started raining from the sky. Creed looked around him to find something to protect himself with. He found an old tin trashcan lid and decided it was useful enough. He threw his hood over his head covering up his hair and held the lid close to his head. Before leaving he watched the rocks rain from the sky... Creed didn't know if he should be scared or panicked. He tried his best to not react at all and walked out of the structure.  

                 He looked around, tin clanking loudly in his ears. Ringing through his head. He pulled out his Communication Device and tried to see if his receiver could get a connection. No use, he put the Comm back in his pocket and kept walking towards his house. The rubble stopped raining down on him, he sighed with relief. He threw the lid to the ground not needing it for anything anymore. He reached his house finally, or so he thought. It didn't feel familiar, it was destroyed. Creed couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, tears fell from his rosy cheeks as he fell to his knees. He couldn't scream though, he just couldn't. He ran inside and searched for his parents. His eyes began to blur from his tears. Where were they... Why isn't there anything left behind of them... What happened to my family...

            Creed refused to believe this was real. He pounded his fists into the sides of his head,
"WAKE UP CREED IT'S NOT REAL ITS A DREAM!" 

He screamed repeatedly. Nothing happened he was still there... In the crumbled remains of what used to be his home. He got up from where he fell. His knees were covered in dust from the caved-in walls. He brushed it off then swept his hands in the air. He noticed that the stairs were still mostly there. He walked over to them, avoiding bits of broken glass and ceramics. He stepped up the stairs avoiding gaps that were broken upon impact. He wasn't paying much attention while walking across the 2nd floor when he nearly fell through a hole. There were rusted steel pipes and yellowish water pouring from the hole, it reeked almost as if it was water from the lake. Creed cringed and hopped over it. He reached a hallway with a door on each side of him, he couldn't remember which room was his and which was his sisters. He entered the right door which had a glowing light coming from behind it. It was Ayla's room, his sister's. It looked normal but, the glass was blown out and a few things were on the ground. Somehow most of the room survived. He was happy to see something normal. He walked in and sat on the bed. As soon as he sat down a puff of dust came up into the air causing Creed to cough, he quickly pulled his hoodie over his nose and mouth to avoid breathing it in. He jumped up from the bed. He looked around a bit more before leaving, he entered the room on the left which was his room. Trusting that his room would be in the same condition as Ayla's he walked in carelessly. He was met with a large hole right by the doorway his feet barely hanging off. He began to fight for his balance and fell back into the hall. He stood up and stared into the bedroom, all his stuff was broken or missing, besides a few things in the very back corner of the room, and closet. He was determined to get his things from his room so he took a leap of faith across the gap and grabbed onto the window sile before slipping. He looked down watching pieces of the floor fall below him. He held his breath and shimmied to his shelf where the floor was normal. He jumped in front of the shelf and began to grab some things. He walked into the closet and grabbed an old canvas bag, he shoved the things he was holding into the bag and got back to the hallway as fast as he could, scared the floor would collapse. He walked back down the stairs and left. He didn't want to look back at the house, he just wanted to explore like he did before this happened. He shoved his hand into the bag and grabbed a respirator mask and slipped it on. He wanted to be cautious in case there was another area like his house. He wandered off into town.