Things got increasingly worse, things that I don't want to relive, were being broadcasted across the globe 24/7, as if the world wasn't scared enough. My family had finally had enough and was told the city of Lincoln Park was to be evacuated on February 14. A day away we all though, in a day we would escape the torture of imagination. The imagination of what may or may be happening to our friends or loved ones. They could be dying now, they could be getting attacked in a few minutes, how the hell would we know. We all packed everything in advanced, for anticipation of this event. We all we're secretly celebrating in our minds, as we still though about what was happening, and what could still happen. We didn't care, we just wanted to leave, leave this one hell hole that had been created. That day, the military was to arrive at 4 in the morning and evacuate everyone by 7:30, and immediately leave. We all we're all fighting each other in line, even though we knew that all of us would make it out (we thought). The military never arrived, and had never told us that the city was to be bombed after immediate evacuation to completely secure the area. It turned out that we weren't the only town scheduled for evacuation that day. It turned out that every small town in Texas was to be evacuated at the same time, to keep the same schedule for the pilots that were to bomb the towns. We seen the bombs bursting into other towns, we could hear screaming believe it or not, and seen trees catch on fire like that. Our town was next. I suffered severe burns on my face and legs, and my siblings suffered burns, and scars at the same degree as me. My parents were crushed with concrete, and every time I see them, I imagine them looking at me with their eyes, their huge puppy dog eyes, motioning to me to grab my siblings and run. I grabbed them, and didn't look back. I only though, with tears in my eyes as my brother and sister screamed and hitting me to turn back, to "save mommy and daddy!", that I could've done something to save them, that I could of died to save them, so that they wouldn't have their spoiled brat daughter to worry about. I only though, and then I stopped after miles of running. I turned back to only see nothing but rubble, nothing but corpses lying on the street, only to think..... Risen will be here soon. I had to keep running, to keep fighting, to keep living.
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Before We're Gone
Random10 years after the apocalypse had begun, people that weren't strong enough for this world were already gone. Either killed by someone or by themselves. We follow a small group, traveling around the states before a large incendiary bomb wipes out lit...
