"As long as you stay with me, I have no reason to give up. As long as I'm with you, I'll always have reason to fight. As long as you’re alive, I will stay alive with you. Even after your dead, God pray that day never comes; I will still fight for you. Always."
One week is all it took. One week for all of the nations, and countries to blow each other up in anger, and sadness. And then the survivors, the huge amount of 6.8 billion to sink down into 5.7 billion all across the world. And those that were left, mutated by mass amounts of radiation, killing each other for their own pleasure, and then the plague that unleashes around the world, that kills people, but who come back with sunken eyes, and a crave for human flesh. Few survivors. So few, in fact, that there is no number to count them. For we have no one to count them. I believe that my boyfriend, Seth, and I, Roxie, are the only people who remain in this world we still have the balls to call Earth. We are the Wanderers of the Ruins.
“Look at this,” Seth states, as he throws the paper down in front of me. I pick it up, and look at it closely. The headlines scream at me. I take a deep breath and begin to read the article underneath. It reads—
Tragedy in Washington DC: Russia Attacks with Nuclear Bombs!
“Holy shit,” I mumble. The article goes on to tell the reader that a Russian Bomber Aircraft flew low over Washington D.C., and dropped several Nuclear bombs on top of the White House. Similar aircraft flew in a migrating bird-like formation over Maryland, and repeatedly dropped bombs. It goes on to tell that the president had been warned ahead of time to move on by one of his staff members, but the president failed to tell the rest of Maryland to evacuate the state or to take serious caution. Obviously the president did the most selfish thing, and ran. Dumb politician. We all knew that they were selfish, yet it was still a surprise to me. I let out a whistle, and continued reading. One part in the article catches my eye the most, saying-
”Several regions were bombed, left in ruins by the Russian military. Reporters got inside facts that a special military laboratory was also destroyed in the blasts. More information could not be acquired.”
“That’s weird,” I mumble. “Why would they mention some random military base if they aren’t going to give more info on it?” I ask, looking up at Seth. He shrugs.
“I don’t know, “Roxie” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “This war is getting out of control. All of Maryland? Bombed? Isn’t that a little overboard? And you’re right, what is it with the military base lab if they aren’t going to follow up on more information. None of this makes any sense. It’s almost as though they’re keeping things from us.”
I sigh, and pat his hand. “Hun, they’re always keeping things from us. That’s just how it goes. Now come on, we have a wedding to plan.” I grin at him, and he gives a smile back, thoughts of the war dissipating, being replaced by our wedding plans. Though we aren’t married yet, I still right down on all my papers Roxie Aiden, Aiden being Seth’s last name. No matter, we get married next week.
Seth sits down next to me, and we begin talking more about the wedding. Most of the planning is done, but we’re making last minute changes if they need to be made. I grab the stereo remote, and switch on the stereo, changing it to our favorite channel, the volume low. I go rambling off, and notice Seth isn’t listening anymore.
“Hey,” I say, smacking him lightly on the arm. “It isn’t nice to ignore me just because I’m rambling.” I make a face at him, but he still isn’t paying attention. “Hello?”
“Shh!” He snaps, and points at the radio. I turn, focusing my attention there. My eyes widen, as I hear the President himself talking over the radio.
