Survivor

Prologue

I never expected any of this. You read science fiction books and watch horror movies and you think nothing like that could ever happen, you think the idea is completely ridiculous, you think you are safe from such harm. But this isn't a movie, a book on my summer reading list, a funny "what if" question that my crazy best friend came up with, or a nightmare I can pinch myself and wake up from. Twenty years ago, when I was only ten years old, the Troijvan volcano erupted, killing 95 percent of the world population, taking away the sun for two decades, and destroying almost all natural ressources. I can assure you my being part of the five percent of the population alive is not due to any luck. You see, my father is the president of the United States. A year after the erruption, when the death rate started escalating rapidly, and there was a tremendous amount of food shortage, my family was taken to an underground shelter under a protection program. The sun has been out for a few months and my father has had many meetings discussing the plan for the thirty-five million of us alive in North America. This highly anticipated, secret, plan will be announced tomorrow afternoon. The plan is to create a communist government system that although strict and harsh, will meet people's basic needs. People over 13 will have jobs appointed to them, specific portions of food will be set and basic shelters will be given. My daughter is only five and this is not the type of system I would want her to live under, but given the circumstances, I dont have a choice but to go along with it. If all goes as planned, tomorrow will be the start of a nation full of survivors and fighters. Tomorrow, us who have suffered and overcome the obstacles that mother nature has thrown at us, will unite. Tomorrow, history will be made.