Aftershock

Page one: The blast

The Fall rain came down hard, slowly making its way off the brown shingles, the indents of the made a small indent capturing some of the disgusting muck filled water slowly filling the dents tThan making its way down the shingles slowly down into the cold steel gutters getting stuck in between a barrier of dead leaves and mush. I sighed staring out the window the town looked dead. . . bleak and honestly I can see why. . .I never really left my miniscule house on the hill and even I can tell that. . .the recent political debates that have been occurring between the two of the most prestigious continent's leaders Jone Mo'r and Yeris Muij have been causing this outbreak of depression and paranoia. . .Jone Moir's gray hair dripped down he always had such a furious misdemeanor, the only thing larger than his ego was his political experience he was covered head to toe in wrinkles. . . he was a major pervert, he always wore a black suit with a colored tie attempting to be more friendly to the masses yet I saw the real him. . .Yeris Muij the leader of the continent of Aferis was completely different. . he had long vibrant dyed hair he was extremely immature and generous, he however absolutely despised Jone due to his way of political studies. . . that one subject made these continents the way they are. . . on the brink of war. . . they fought childishly, congress attempted to console the leaders but their plan didn't work in the slightest, it just made the leaders enraged, eventually one of their childish arguments went too far. . . out of the corner of my eye I saw it. . . a falling cloud? No that's idiotic. . . it's falling down at an alarming rate. . . sirens begin to blare, I see the state of Old Kroy in panic. . . red and white lights flashing in separate directions. . . abruptly interrupting my vivid and idiotic imagination the strange object hit the ground and without anything more. . . I was out cold. . . I woke up among the rubble of my old home. . . my father pinned under an old building support his organs splattered against the broken tile floor. . . the blood from his lungs was still hot to the touch. . . it dripped in between the crevices slowly getting engulfed in the moist soil. . . my eyes were open in disgust. . . I begin to vomit on the ground in front of me landing directly onto a broken shard of glass. . . my long blonde hair was split in two, my hair was soaked. . . I couldn't see out of my right side. . . I felt my left side. . . it was the side that was turned to Old Kroy, my head was shaved by whatever happened down to the stubble. . . I began to brush my hair on my right side away. . . luckily my hair was just covering my eue, my hair was dripping down the right side of my face down to my cheek, I always had long hair despite what anyone told me, I loved it, and I still do, than I thought for a minute "wait. . ." I grabbed a glass shard and stared at its reflective surface, it didn't work at first I ran to an area where I could figure out how to use it more prominently, only half of my hair remained. . . I dropped the shard and attempted to stand once more. . . my legs wobbled in both fear and exhaustion. . . I grabbed my gray with black striped hoodie it was extremely dirty and scratched up through the many years I have owned it. . .yet I didn't care it was my favorite object that I ever had and that I always will have. . . the large pillow like puffs on the rim of the hoodie brushed my neck, I ran into my room grabbing my dark orange satchel, I began to think of survival alone. . . its obvious something happened and I didn't want to fall to prey of whatever survived it, I sprinted into my parent's room nearly slipping on the large amount of glass and blood scattered across the floor, their safe was broken open the door of the safe was left there cracked in half, nothing of it was untouched. . . I grabbed the 38 special smith and wesson they kept in the safe. . . it was covered in dents and scratches. . . I also took the ammunition specifically hollow point 100 grain bullets, I pulled out useless items from my satchel throwing them every which way to make space for the ammunition and the gun knowing they were essential for my survival, I grabbed some canned food and a knife to ensure my close range safety and headed out I stood on the doorstep and stood staring at the remnants of my broken home, my home. . . my beautiful home, I have lived in it my whole life, it's rustic victorian era two style used to greet me in such glee as I got home but now. . . I just feel depressed, knowing that I loved that place, it was the place I grew up, the place I met my adopted brother the place that I resided in. . . it's beautiful dark red velvet colored parlour used to be my favorite area in this city, now it's gone. . . I fell on my knees tears welling in my eyes among the haze of a wasted land, I stood and turned staring at the barren land chunks of burnt grass and blood splattered everywhere. . . my city was destroyed completely destroyed building remnants scattered everywhere, the school downtown was split in two. . . I saw no survivors except for myself I began to sigh in relief but then I realized. . . i'm alone. . .