I wasn't ready to give up, not yet! I scurried down to the deepest part of my house that I had previously stocked with rice, canned goods, jugs of water, pots, pans, batteries of all kinds, a radio, a gas mask, some simple games, locks, weapons, and much more. It was almost like I planned this hell to come, but I had no idea. Times like this I wished I listened to my mother more, she had always told me that repetition will drive somebody mad. I didn't quite understand what she meant until doomsday was upon us and I only had one person with me and limited things to do. All I remembered thinking as the sirens went off and all hell broke loose, was that I would survive. I would survive to tell the tale and perhaps I could be rescued before the radioactive material changed me in some way...
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An Ounce of Hope
General FictionAn Ounce of Hope is a story about a sophomore in high school who does everything that she can to survive doomsday and the hell that follows. It follows how she deals with staying alive in such a scary situation with only one person to turn to, her p...
