Robin Surréal

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

I have never, in my entire life, felt the blast of a hydrogen bomb.

Heck, I didn't even tell you about the time I got shot. That was painless, it felt like a sledge hammer.

But a hydrogen bomb is a million times more painful. The blast throwed me at least ten feet into the air, and I even managed to catch a glimpse of the bed, which was flying into the clouds. All I could think about was panic. I was shocked. I was about to fall down and break every bone in my body, adding to the intense pain if the blast.

I remember when I was about to land. My vision was blurred completly until I was almost blind. I couldn't hear a thing. I couldn't even move a muscle. When I was just about to land on the rocks (yes, it threw me that far) I passed out.

I woke up on the rocks. At first I checked my senses. Everything was bad. I couldn't hear, move, or see, but I was awake. I was upset that the Americans hadn't rescued me before they blew up a bomb. Now I had to lie there, facing intense pain that I had never felt before.

Eventually, I could hear. Then, I could stand up, and slowly walk around. Soon afterwards, I could see clearly. To this day, I still need glasses. I looked around and saw broken shards of metal, glass, and anything you could think of.

I saw dead bodies everywhere, all bloody messes. There was still a mushroom cloud at the base. It cleared soon, but there was nothing left of the base.

I was trapped on a rocky island, abandoned by my own country, and left to die in intense pain. I had lost my expensive bow and arrow. I was hopeless. Trapped in a world of pain.

I could see planes in the sky, american planes, flying out. None came to rescue me, and I was too weak to yell.

I forced myself to lie down on the rocks. I felt my heartbeat go slower, and slower.

I was dying. My vision was clearing again. I couldn't hear anymore.

I was never a religious person, but since I was dying, I prayed. I made a confession in my mind.

If religion is real, then I could at least try.

I knew I would not survive. I did not see jet planes fly past me anymore, Everbody was dead, and I was soon to join them. I prayed to get into a good afterlife. I always liked dogs, so I prayed to be a sheep dog, just like the one I used to own.

Sheppie. I never told you about him?

Anyways, I couldn't hear my heart beat any more. My brain stopped. I felt my soul move out of my body. I don't know if I am sure that I saw myself dead, and I was watching myself up high. That experience made me more spiritual.

I'm dead for sure, I thought.

Now what?