After Our Mutual Destruction

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 1: The End!

A radio is heard playing an emergency broadcast. "We interrupt

this program to inform you that the United States is in a state of

national emergency, important instructions will follow. The following

message is transmitted at the request of the United States President.

This is not a test. A nuclear attack has been commenced against the

United States. A long range nuclear missile has been detected and will

strike in approximately five minutes. It is projected to hit Yellowstone

national park resulting in a super eruption; as such citizens are advised

to go underground in any way possible. Please keep your radios with

you as to be informed when it is safe to return above ground"

The next five minutes were very chaotic as people searched for a

shelter from the blast of the nuclear bomb and the resulting super

eruption. For many it felt as if the next few minutes were an

eternity and many still were in denial. Some denied it so much that

they refused to look for shelter, and still many more were simply

unable to go to a shelter; people such as the elderly or disabled who

could not walk or transport themselves were left as it would have

taken too long to move them to a bunker. Almost all of those that

refused to go to a shelter had died. Then after the five minutes were

up, there was a huge boom as the ground started shaking. It rained

rocks and debris out in the westernmost States and for the first few

seconds there was a gigantic fireball. This fireball appeared to be a

second sun for the short amount of time that it was here. The

gigantic blaze had vaporized all organic matter it touched instantly. Of

those on the surface during the catastrophe, they were the lucky ones

when compared to the others who were out on the surface far enough

away not to be vaporized, but close enough to be burned. Many received

burns ranging from first degree burns all the way to third degree

burns all over their body.

"That was what happened on that day, the worst day of my

entire life. I am Frank Evans, and it is around the year 2018, though

we lost track of the days as people are more concerned with staying

alive rather than accurate calendar dates. I am about 20 years old, and

it was around three years ago that Russia had fired their nuclear

bombs. Since that fateful day, the world has never been the same. The

skies are always overcast as debris circles the globe in the jet stream

and rains down as radioactive fallout. The global temperature has fallen

about ten degrees, meaning that food is becoming more and more scarce

as most the plants are dying are off from low temperature, and lack

of sunlight. This is all because the nuclear bombs, as well as the super

volcanic eruption of Yellowstone, have put the world in a nuclear winter.

The former United States Government has fallen and we now live

in what equates to villages, each with its own government. I have now

risen to the role of a leader in my village due to my vast amount of

knowledge in many areas. As such I now have many new responsibilities,

for example, it is now my responsibility to keep everyone safe and

make decisions based on my village's needs.

I also live here with my brother Martin, the only surviving

member of my family. Before I became leader of my Village, my

father was leader; unfortunately, the radiation had gotten to my

parents as well as many others in the early days. Now I take care of

my brother and try to keep him safe, although our relationship is now

a bit rocky as he has entered the stage of teenage years when people

are rebellious.

My village has strict rules, as without rules people become savages.

However, we still have democracy, as we all vote on our laws and

militia leaders. We are working to unite with other villages and have

united with two other villages. We do not have names for our villages

as we refer to each one by the name of their leader. Following that

logic would make ours be called Frank's Village. The two other villages

that we have united with are Mark's village and Luke's village. We have

a goal of uniting with all the villages, though not to restore the U.S.

but rather to make a civilization again. We refer to the group that all

our villages are a part of as the United Villages of Democracy.

Even though the former Government said to keep our radios three

years ago, they have now completely disintegrated like the sand on a

beach. Now radios only broadcast in small areas due to a near complete

lack of working radio towers, but these radios do not broadcast music.

The radios we have are CB radios used for communication among

survivors.

We have a limited power supply and use it wisely, as to not run

out too soon, and our more technologically minded people are working on

ways of producing electricity so that we don't run out of power. We

have also fixed a few radio towers, and are working on fixing more as

time passes. Our quality of life is not nearly as good as before, but

at least we have homes, both built from scratch and repaired from the

ruins created by the Russian's missile strike and subsequent super eruption.

All of this to say that society as we knew it in America has ended,

and much of the world is also affected by this great catastrophe, for

now anyways, it appears as if we are not very careful than this will

be the end."