The Afterlife

Chapter 6

We examined the place, but before we did, we found two nice arm chairs and pressed them together, so Mike could rest on it like a bed.

We used the curtains and towels as blankets.

We found a bench for Christy, and tried to soften it a bit with pillows and towels, and thrown curtains on her too.

I had found toilet paper and rags so we bandaged up their wounds as best as possible.

This place had almost everything we needed. Half of the food was already taken , but there was enough to last us a while.

Eric and I tried to bandage up our wounds as well, but I continued to flinched every time I saw the big gash across his eye.

There were no medicines here, and the water wasn't working.

“I'm going to go see if there's a river or stream nearby.”Eric said to me as I was brushing the glass off the ground.

“Come back within half an hour okay?” I replied. “I'll take care of Mike and Christy.”

He hugged me and left, closing the shattered remain of the door behind him.

Everything still seemed surreal. Here I was, my parents dead, my sister losing a lot of blood, and my best friend and his brother severely wounded.

What was I? I was wounded alright, but not only physically.

What had happened would play over and over in my mind like a horror movie that never ends.

So there. There's the unspoken truth that we were all dreading for the last decades.

It happened.

We were ready, yet not.

And now its too late to prepare for it.

I guess all these years, Vancouver hadn't been bombed so we silently assumed that the world didn't care about us.

Stupid, we were.

I wondered if Christy knew what happened to our parents.

If she had already felt the piercing pain I had, or if I have to break it to her.

The shock was still bubbling up, and then suddenly it exploded.

I cried out loud, sinking to the floor. My vision a complete blur from my salty tears.

Why me? Why Eric? Why everyone?

I continued to sob, and didn't care if I woke Christy or Mike. I couldn't stop.

My cries echoed on the walls of the room. I didn't care though. I felt the hot tears stream down my face very quickly, and wondered for a split second if it was possible to run out of them.

I had a hard time breathing, but I continued to cry very loudly, feeling like there was no way I could stop now.

Why was I a lucky survivor? Why had I survived and not my parents? Why were they the ones that got killed?

Why, when they were the ones I loved most? Why was it my mom and dad and Craig Punsulan? Why, when our family was about to welcome a new little baby boy into this world?

Ruined dreams and scary thoughts continued to zoom in and out of my mind.

I would never be the same. Neither would Eric. Neither would Christy and Mike.

We were scarred for life, physically and emotionally.

There were still billions of people out there in the world, some being scarred like we had, some still being completely clueless of what will happen to their lives in the near future.