I wake up with six people around me. Three on each side. None of them looked familiar, but all of them seemed to be looking at my leg. I tried to lift, and in result I screamed with anger and pain. A deep voice croaked " Don't even try Kid, you're lucky to be alive," What is he talking about? After a moment I scrounged up the words to ask "Where am I?" With a scratchy voice. The deep voice answered "Sacramento, California. The only place that hasn't been taken over by the terrorists." I stared at the ceiling. "Terrorists? How long as it been since I blacked out? " I asked with fear in my eyes. "At least..... 2 years," the voice said with sadness,"After the terrorists attacked your school, they started attacking the rest of the United States. Soon they took over the whole country, except for safe houses across the country." I just stared at the ceiling stunned of the words echoing through me. The only thing going through my mind was Is this a joke? But deep down I knew it wasn't. "What happened?" I quizzed the voice, "A terrorist shot you while you were running and we found you in the school while we were looking for supplies." The voice told me. I wondered how this was possible. Then I remembered. On the news that morning CNN was saying that we had defeated ISIS. Apparently not.
