I stood still in the back of the shattered, run down store. A light still running but flickering by some electric sparks flying from the wires. I looked around before the the store went silent. I took the chance and ran towards the nearest shelf where a can of beans sat. Just before snatching the can a blur ran past and removed it from its spot with a screech. I yelped with only little fear knowing it was a possibility just like anything else could be worse. I walked outside over some ruble and leaped off the curb until I stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by disaster. Burning cars, smokey air, and black skies. Ashes rest under my feet and a few screams fill my ears. I take another glance before I think.
How did this happen?
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Lost
Science FictionYear 2256. U.S. Government shuts down leaving America to soon lose all population and slowly fade out of the world. Only thousands of survivors left living in the harsh conditions of being homeless, starved and wounded. Many survivors using this aba...
