Radiation resistance

proluge

i always dreamed about the day when L.A would become normal again and would go back to the be one of the greatest tourist destinations in all of america, But like i said that is only a dream not a reality. Its been 2 years since the terrorist group who call them selves the communist america activists set off 10 nuclear war heads in the state of California. millions of people died but those who stayed either left the state or defected to join the communist group out of fear. but the ones who were brave and wanted their city back join the R.R also known as the radiation resistance task force. i on the other hand was just trying to get my baby sister bugsy and myself out the state as fast as possible.

"the air fucking sucks here" bugsy complains reading the radiation meter that we picked up off a dead communist soldier. 

"watch your language" i said 

"why does it even matter im 16 now" she said this time sounding kind of aggravated "and every bodies dead theres no law anymore fuck remember that time we saw that 7 year old kid slit is own fucking mothers throat

"that doesn't mean shit you're still a kid." i explained "and anyways we still have a about 7 days worth of oxygen in these gas masks left.

we were in what used to be westmont it used to be one of the most dangerous hoods in L.A before everything went to shit.we were heading to a resistance base to meet up with one of my friends. There was burnt out american military vehicles along the road with smoke still rising from them.

"so now we know where all those explosions were coming from" i whispered

"holy shit look at this guy" she pointed at a american soldier whos throat was ripped out from what only a sniper bullet could do. "looks like they bumped into a large C.A.A team"

"probably" i agreed "lets continue moving"

"my feet hurt can we chill for a bit" she complained

"mine are too but we gotta push on we are to close to stop now" i encouraged her.

suddenly everything went dead silent the birds werent chirping and the wind had stopped. a bullets whizzed past me hitting the fence. 

"get the fuck down" i yelled at my sister.

i felt something pierce my forearm. 

"FUCK" i scream out

"Theo your hit" she yelled

"its just a baby wound lets get the fuck out of the area" i yelled back at her

"over there" she points a red house that looked almost too perfect.

"alright go now" we started sprinting for the house.

a bullet hit me in the in the back i fall to the ground hitting the my head on the grounds. i couldn't see but i could here my sister screaming my name telling me to get up. i heard a truck pull up. i hear the the truck door open and atleast 4 pairs of army boots hit the ground i hear one of them yell grab her. i here he screaming in what seemed like a stuggle. they finally manage to get her in the truck and i hear the truck pull away. 

i was certain at that point of time that i was gonna die until i heard a helicopter hover over me.