An Unlikely Time

Chapter 1- The Truth

As I ran through the blinding snow, the screams of innocent children pierced the air.

World War III.

As if it were unlikely to come.

I knew that it would eventually. Our new president, after Obama had been taken out of office, was Grant Fordual. He had secretly plotted a surprise attack on England. To think, one of our allies! And yet he did it anyway, without telling a soul.
I, being merely a sixteen year old girl, had already learned to shoot a Glock, Pistol, Tommy gun, and a shotgun.
As this came like a flood over our valley, bowled to perfection by our disgraceful president, I had been prepared.
Since he launched this attack, Britain came to America and started impressing anyone young, strong, and without long hair. And if one had long hair but was strong and young enough, they were impressed and their hair was cut short.
It was hard to distinct a male from a female by this time. (The irony! Considering I had been made fun of for my short hair.) Heads were shaved bald.

However, we had refused.

When I was nearly impressed, I fought for my freedom, kicking and screaming and gouging out eyeballs (if I had to) until I was released. My parents shot the British soldiers and then we ran for it. We didn't look back.

At the time, I had only two cats (who were Waffle and Jackson). Cheddar had disappeared, as did Sharky, while Junior had died of age, Oliver of a bad dog fight, and Sister had run away after Yoyo had snapped at her.
And the dogs? Sunshine had managed to live longer than we expected, despite her old age, Yoyo occasionally traveled with me and Trinity had remained with dad. Yo-Yo was an excellent guard dog and Trinity had followed dad around (as if nothing had changed). We were unable to save Lucky and Zip, our horses, after we made a run for it.

I made a mad dash for our outhouse, slamming the door behind me when I reached the inside. I had to say, Waffle was pretty sneaky. She helped me to fetch food from stores without issues. However, this time, I had tripped over a can, making an abrupt sound that caught the store managers' attention. I had realized it was time to go, so I whistled and Waffle ran, jumping into my bag as I made a dash for it. Some other kids nearby were blamed. All I had heard were their screams.

"Mom. Dad. I'm home." I heard a snap outside and my pupils dilated. "Who's out there?!" I grabbed the Glock on the table to my right and swung the door open to see my dad standing there, his arms up. A few vegetables fell to the ground.
"Hey hey! Calm down, it's just me!" I sighed, letting my arm fall and releasing my finger off the trigger before I could shoot.
"God, dad! You scared the hell outta me!" He sighed, carrying in the food and setting it down.
"Watch your attitude. And what did I tell you about gun safety?! You can't just point and shoot like that!"
I grumbled under my breath, letting Waffle out of the bag.
"Well that was before the World War started..."
"Not an excuse."
"Are you two okay?" My mother's voice rang in and she walked out, a blanket wrapped around her with a crochet needle and a ball of yarn in her hands. "You two, are we eating tonight or not?" Her tone was sarcastic, as if to lighten the mood.
My dad smiled. "Yes, of course hon'. I'll go get the carrots and squash I found."

I found myself wincing in disgust. I had never been a huge fan of squash. I liked carrots though.
However, I missed the delicious junk food that I used to eat, and the succulent sodas I drank every day. However, I knew it was unlikely that I would ever drink a cold icy soda ever again. It made me sad...
I shook my head, trying not to think of the minor things. I had to think about family.