I was barely a few minutes old then. Now the world is in crisis, and it's a dog-eat-dog country. I didn't have a choice to live here. During The Ends, my mother couldn't leave. She forced my father to leave America, and died in childbirth. I was raised by bandits and city pirates, learning how to survive and fend off Radios and thugs.
I guess I'll start at the very beginning, now that I've sat down to document everything. Like I said, I was a baby then. Astronomers were baffled and amazed as a brand new comet entered the Sun's orbit. But it took them far too long to tell the public that it was in the Goldilocks Zone--that is, the zone in the perfect place, not too far nor too near the Sun, where liquid water can exist. Even if it were at the outer rim of the Goldie, it would still be catastrophic.
It was a month prior to The Ends when we were made aware of the imminent apocalypse. Some people chartered NASA to fly them to Mars until they were safe. The unlucky many were forced to bare their teeth and brace for death.
The first End happened when the comet hit the Atmosphere. A hole in the Atmosphere, which has slowly resealed, caused anyone in Russia and its neighboring countries to be sucked into Space, or deoxygenated and suffocated. Then it hit. The comet blazed to the surface of the planet, creating the next two deaths. The first was the Impact. Anyone within several hundred miles was killed instantly. Then the Waves hit.
The Waves were two waves of sound that the impact caused, visible even with the naked eye. The first was from the initial impact, the second was from the last end of the comet collapsing. The sound alone killed anyone whose ears were unsheltered, and most structures were destroyed.
It was not over. Ripples from the point of contact created walls of tidal waves, as well as earthquakes almost everywhere on the planet.
The last two waves were most devastating. At that point, two out of every three people was dead. There was enough energy at the site of impact to send upwards of a hundred Rads of radiation into the air. Most simple life forms were put into nearly zombie states of body. We call them Radios. They are vicious, and kill anything they see, and rarely give up.
The final wave is our fault. Riots and rages began, and no government could keep a foothold.
We're all in some deep crap now.
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The Sovereign
General FictionTeenager Des Kayn was not in the middle of an apocalypse. He finds himself deserted and alone, left to be eaten by radiation-sick animals. He fights on long enough to meet a girl, Jade. Love stricken, he saves her life and refuses to leave her si...
