Fall: By MidKnight000

Chapter 5

This isn't intending to offend anyone.
This is a fictionalized version of the events of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Please read with self-control.
I do not hold responsibility for others choices.

The story is a work of fiction.
All characters and events are entirely fictional.
Any resemblence to certain people and events are highly coincidental.

"Plane landing. Please remain in your seats until the aircraft lands."
Waking up to the sound of an electronic chime and a calm voice, I lift my head off of the food tray. It had been many hours upon taking off. I tried to remember what I was doing before until I come to my senses and realise where we were headed. Canada.
"..."
I don't know what to say. Southern California is nearly entirely taken control by radicals and it will be very dangerous for civilians like myself to go back. California is almost entirely gone. Soon, I expect California to fall like a few other states like Tennessee, which was captured entirely within a week and led to radical control. I nudge Jessie but we land on the runway and the shaking wakes her up.

Upon landing, we all step out to the sight of Vancouver, Canada. It didn't even feel like I left the country at all. Hopefully it will be safer now, as radical forces are getting stronger by the minute. They grew in numbers so fast that it was even hard for even US forces on their own to take them down. For some reason they seemed stronger than a group of rebels. It made no sense at all. Jessie looked tired and had a sad look on her face. She had just lost everything. I can see the look in her eyes that she was hurt. Nothing but pain rushed throughout her face from her heart, and all I could do was walk up to her and say,
"Jessie?"
"..."

She just stares at me with eyes of, I don't know what it can relate to, but it's the kind that someone who had lost someone. I now wish I had gone to Korea with my family.

Time passes and we are in a refugee camp now. Luckily, the US National Bank had everyone's bank accounts Transferred while we were flown to Canada. So that meant those who had a bank account were able to still do things like purchase food and a home. Start over again at the very least. Sadly, the children who lost their families aren't able to know how to sustain for themselves, and who knows what happens for them next in the future.

I plan to find a ticket for a flight to South Korea. I'll be sure to take Jessie with me. She had been spending a while learning Korean ever since we met in case we were to go to South Korea. She had been growing fluent.

I hear Guns 'N Roses from a phone one of her brothers has That he hasn't realized the earbuds aren't completely plugged in. We can hear 'November Rain' set to the max it could've been almost a concert, but it wasn't realistic with the volume.
After everything we have been through, I feel like I had a really, REALLY bad dream that came to life, like the words of a book translated into film or drawings.
But right now, we need somewhere to stay, and we can't just go to South Korea and leave the rest of Jessie's family here. They only knew English, and that would make it hard to get them to South Korea if they didn't know Korean. Sitting down in a tent, the wind flowing like water, I lay down in my mattress, and let my eyes close.

I'm walking home to my apartment after another date with Jessie, we had just had a nice time at a wonderful cafe. I'm wearing my black baseball cap and my mask, also black, warms and cools with every breath I take. Nothing much, but as I arrive home, the news are on and my cat meows at me thirsty, to which I get them a full bowl of milk. They lap away at the white liquid and I watch the news. They had taken another city, but military forces prevented them from advancing further. The guy talks in a concerning tone, images and footage are shown on screen, with fires and smoke and soldiers advancing in on an area. My heart sinks like the Titanic upon the sight of it.
Tears fall again for the third time this month. In a short amount of time, they might just be able to take the entire Southern region of California. Supplied from raiding local police departments, firearms shops, and military bases, they grow so fast in numbers. Some think the radicals even force people still in the areas they captured to join their force, with some being mainly men.
I slump to the ground and I hear my name repeated in an unending echo like I'm on a high mountain. I hold my head.
"Blake..."
"Blake..."

"Blake..."
"Blake..."

"Blake!"
I wake up in fear. Jessie was shaking me, crying.
I don't know what's going on, nor what happened.

"Blake, there's something you need to know, right now."

No afterword since the Spam Vikings have overwhelmed the author. He is currently dealing with them as of now.

This chapter has been edited by the author.