World War 3

Chapter 1

I rummaged through the charred rubble, little bits of the fire still burned next to me.

"Mum!... Dad!...."

I pulled all sorts of rubble away to get to the bottom. Some bits of timber, concrete blocks and picture frames. Ow! I sliced my hand on a rouge piece of glass. Blood trickled from the wound and stained every piece of junk I lay my hands on. I got to the bottom and found my parents limp bodies on the ground. I pushed the rubble away and picked them up. Dad coughed and spluttered. Relief surged me. Then out of nowhere BOOOOOOM! The missile hit the side of the house and exploded sending more rubble cartwheeling through the house.

I woke up. shaking and sweating. Damn, I'd had the same dream over and over for the past couple of days. I listened the the world around me as I tried to go to sleep. I heard a faint sound of gun shots. What? I got up out of bed to go down to mum and dad then something like a earthquake shook the house.

Authors note

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