A giant thud passed through the entire plane. Pale faces stare in every seat, staring at thick air. Yes, I do mean thick air. Ever since the atomic genocide in 3026, all the air on the entire planet. Well, remains of the planet, had been polluted and can take a mans life in a few hours. The make-shift plane started to zoom slower. Bodies were being thrown about, but nobody really cared, then just wanted to go home. A man opened the door and gazed down at everyone. He took his gas mask off and proclaimed that everyone needs to put their gas mask on, and something about the airlock opening in 2 minutes. I didn't really hear that much of what he was saying, I was too busy looking outside the window. Wasteland had corrupted our capital, Duroasi. The command towers on the outskirts of the city were cracked and slowly melting. The man next to me suddenly tapped my shoulder. He was a handsome wise old man with a charming beard. He slowly pointed to my gas mask, hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed it and placed it round my head. The man smiled and looked back at the host.
Memories from my ghastly childhood came flooding back to me. This city could of been my deathbed, but I only just escaped. I was deaf for 2 years. During that time, the things I heard stuck in my head. The screaming, the screeches, the skybeings. Everything, nearly everyone, had turned todust. Only the strongest buildings remain. Living on the outskirts of Kandoi, a warm state that was strangely avoided by all alien technology, bombs, and other weapons. I was safe their. I had travelled with my sister, Ludacros. She caught Jailacough, a disease which infected the lungs from the nuclear fumes from unexploded bombs. She died in my arms. I buried her at the top of a hill. At that time, I realised that I had lost everything but myself, and that I was going to do everything I could to make my way to Tardoc. An area up north where the skybeings situated. I need to blow the inside of the mountain up and end this war forever.
