Falling

02 | Run

{2 years later}

The asteroids came and they're still coming. All around the world, they hit at unknown times and only the lucky ones survive. Nearly all of the population is wiped out and a small fraction is left to fend for themselves.

With that already said, food is another problem; the asteroids have already hit most the farms around Colorado and half the forest I live in is burned. It's like somehow they know.

In the beginning, deer, rabbits, and fishes were overflowing the place but not anymore. And the same has happened to the people, two years have past and I still haven't encountered a single person since the first couple of months after the hit.

Luckily a few days after, I discovered a solar-powered handheld radio. And from there I have taken it upon myself to keep myself sane. No news has come up from anybody about the hits, but sometimes on channel 7, there will be information about recent occurrences. But if I'm lucky I can be on the same channel as some survivors within a 60-mile radius, but that's rare.

Right now its been nearly six months since the last asteroid hit Colorado, but I have a feeling it's coming back for another round.

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I don't know what day it is but it's winter. I wake up to a cold, numb body. Light seeping through the thin fabric of my tent and the sounds of the morning breeze around me.

Every day I wake up in a tent and not a bed and wonder where my breakfast is. I really don't know. I think about the day that it all happened. How I even survived this far on Earth.

Climbing out of my tent I grabbed my torn winter coat and my empty water container and started heading down South to the stream. Looking up to the blue clear sky, I think "I really wish I was smart enough to send myself to the moon or something because I really can't live like this anymore". Then I remember that I failed math like 3 years in a row.

A few meters in, the sounds of twigs snapping in the distance began. I quickly stopped and scanned the area. Nothing. I slowly got down to the ground and pulled my gun out my pocket and placed it at my side.

The floor was covered in frost from the winter season. My heart was thumping blood so hard I swear I could hear it in my ears. Nothing happened for a couple minutes until I heard the sound of moans, to my left I saw a figure moving; limping. Steadily moving toward it, it finally came into view. A boy around my age sporting a huge wound to his upper leg.

Oh, my God.

Putting my gun back I quickly ran towards him. "Are you okay?" I glanced at his leg and it was worse than I thought.

"Yeah, oh yeah. I'm fine, really," he said nervously with a fake smile.

"Okay, and I totally believe you," I said sarcastically as I looked at him. "Come on, my tent's not far from here." I picked him up by the shoulders and started carrying him opposite of the stream.

"Got a name?" I asked

"Parker," He replies as he looks at me. I noticed his green eyes fogged up behind his glasses.

Realizing I was staring, I looked forward and answered, "Nova."

As we walked a few meters, I spotted my green tent. "We're almost there, hang on." I looked back at him and saw that he had started to pale and lose consciousness. His face was battered and beaten and I wonder how he'd survive this long.

Placing him down, I zipped the tent open and grabbed my disinfectant wipes, gauzes, and medication. While wrapping his legs and cleaning the wound, I felt a burning stare on the side of my face. "Is there something in my face?" Glancing at him.