Blood Finale

Prologue

15 minutes remain:

"Sergent, we've received intel that the Russians have officially fired weapons of mass destruction at over a dozen major cities."

"Return fire with everything we've got. We're taking those bastards out with us."

"But sir, that many nukes would threaten the lives of millions of innocents, and potentially destroy life in Europe as we know it. Returning fire is the signing of our world's death sentence, and you will be the one riding upon the pale horse of death all throughout the rest of the world."

"I know what it means. Fire. The. Damn. Nukes. Take out all of Europe if you have to damn it. We may be going down, but by God the rest of those countries will pay the price of attacking the USA. Is that clear soldier? And let the president know that it has been an honor to serve under him, and that in 15 minutes, this country will become a bloody hellscape."

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8 minutes remain:
Families huddle together in their makeshift shelters, while the homeless scramble to find shelter anywhere they can. Houses are being torn to pieces to creates shelters. Children cry and scream for their parents as they're being forced into the school's nuclear shelter. One student hides in the bathroom, and looks through pictures of their family on their phone, as they continue to ignore the warnings coming over the speaker.

Nurses and doctors begin to try to get their patients into shelters as well. They prioritize patients who have the possibility of receiving treatment. Many patients are left behind to bear the oncoming radiation, alone and sick.

Shops are being looted left and right, the greedy and strong taking everything that they can get their hands on. Bodies full of bullet holes litter the aisles of stores, mothers trying to buy milk for their children, and fathers securing their own children's survival with a gunshot to the head of their competition. The streets themselves are littered with the corpses of people and vehicles alike, those lucky few who would not endure the inevitable tragedy. And on one corner, a young girl is crying for her mother, her voice will never be heard again by her caretaker, who already was 4 blocks away breaking into a shelter.

Countless unfortunate souls have already been trampled under the feet of their fellow countrymen. The streets are filled with chaos, and yet the sound of sirens blare over all of the bloodshed, repeating the same stomach dropping line:

"The war is over. We have lost. Nuclear missiles are incoming. Seek shelter with those you love. America has been defeated; may God have mercy on our souls."

1 minute remains:
Those unfortunate enough to still have access to their televisions and phones began to tune into the United States' final presidential address. It was clear that the president intended to go down with his people, instead of hiding away in a bunker. A makeshift podium had been constructed, just underneath their leader, people solemnly began to listen to him speak:

"My fellow citizens, The missiles will hit any moment now. I'm grateful you've chosen to stand by me, even now in our darkest day. Though we may fall, let us all walk together and face the light of annihilation together. God is knocking on our country's door, let's not keep him waiting."

The bombs detonate around the world. And no government, electric device, or sense of normalcy would survive the blast. The few unlucky survivors would leave their houses to find an apocalypse. They would be forced to rebuild their world, with nothing left to them other than their human spirit.

May God have mercy on them all.