Age of Decimation

Chapter II

-February Seventh-

My name is Ray Dylans, and I'm about to tell you how everything went to shit.

I woke up that morning, everything normal, and groaned. I remembered that I had a test that day, and forgot to study. Usually, studying is something I wouldn't do, but this is an exception. This test would make or break my grade.

I walked downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the counter. 

My mom walked into the room.

"Did you study for the test today?" She said.

"Yeah," I lied. I really didn't feel like getting a lecture when I've already lectured myself hundreds of times by now.

"Good," she said, "because you need to pass this test. I don't want to lose you."

My mom loved me, and I knew it, but at that time, it didn't really matter to me. To me, all she wanted was good grades. The school said that if I don't pass all my classes this year, they would forcefully send me to a military academy type school.

In my defense though, the teachers at my school were shit, the students at my school were shit, and the classes at my school were hard as shit.

I finished my apple, and I got my stuff ready for school. I went into the driveway where my car was parked and got in. As I got into the road, I saw my mom in the doorway of our house, waving me goodbye. I could faintly hear her saying good luck.

Luck was not on my side that day.

I got to school and parked in my usual spot in the school parking lot, and got out. I saw my best friend, Erik, standing in front of the school waiting for me.

I walked up to him, and he started telling me about his constant dream where he became a banana.

I thought it was pretty funny, so I laughed. He started laughing too, but it was a slightly nervous laugh.

Erik was seventeen years old, like me, except his birthday was next week. We walked down to class together, still talking about his dreams when we finally got to class. I sighed and walked into failure.

The teacher didn't particularly like me, so he looked at me with a hardened expression. He greeted Erik with a smile, which made Erik smirk at me.

We sat down next to each other and waited for the test to begin. This was the only class today because the test was so big, so after the test, we could go home.

The teacher handed out the test, and we started to work on it. I didn't understand any of it, and it was multiple choice, so I guessed on most of them.

After I finished, I handed in my test and waited by the door for Erik. Soon after I did, he handed in his paper too.

"Dude," Erik said, "we should go to your house and have a party!"

"Why not your house?" I asked.

"My dad has a drunk poker party again.." Erik said with distaste. I remember the last time we were there when his dad had that party. Things were thrown, fights were lost. I almost died.

That's a story for another time, though.

"Alright," I sighed, "I'll call my mom to make sure it's fine."

I then proceeded to call my mom. She said it was fine and asked if he was staying for dinner. I looked at Erik, and he nodded vigorously. He's tried my mom's cooking before and was eager to try it again.

We left the school and got in my car. Erik didn't have a car yet, because his mom said she wanted him to get one until he was eighteen.

On the way, Erik started talking about bananas again. Would he ever get over this stupid dream--!

CRASHHH!!

The sounds of metal scraping together, screaming, and explosions all mixed together. My ears wrung and my vision was blurry. I could see a little, though, and what I saw was not good.

Cars flipped upside down, blotches of orange which I assumed was fire, many people on the ground not moving.

Finally, my vision cleared and I tried to move. I stood up shakily and looked around. It was worse than I ever could've imagined. Most of the adults looked dead. Actually, all of the adults looked dead..

I heard a distinct voice to my right. I looked over and saw Erik, who seemed bloody all over the place. I wonder if I looked like that. I hear another scream, and finally, realize what just happened.

I pulled out my phone, which was surprisingly okay, despite the crash, and called nine one one.

No one picked up.

What was happening? Why was no one picking up? They always pick up!

I realized I had to help these people myself. I started picking up and carrying the survivors because it seemed like I was the only person who could stand on my own.

Just as I had gotten everybody to safety, I heard an explosion behind me. Sighing in relief, I turned to the people. I checked the unconscious peoples' pulses, all dead. The survivors were either children or teens, which means all the adults are gone.

I looked around outside the crash, and it seems like other people died.

All over eighteen.

This was weird. Too weird for my mind to comprehend. I tried calling nine one one again. Still, no one answered. Why weren't they responding!? I didn't know what else to do, so I helped Erik off the ground, and we walked to my house.

"Ray..." Erik said, "thank you for helping me.."

"Don't mention it, man," I said, "what are friends for?"

We resumed walking to my house, and we got to my door. I opened the door and screamed.

Why?

Because she was dead. My mother was dead! I stood there frozen in shock as tears started to build up. Why was this happening?

I tried desperately to call nine one one again. Still, no one answered. I was so frustrated and angry right then I punched a hole in the wall.

I suddenly wondered something. I went on my Instagram account and looked at my feed. All of it said that their parents were dead and some siblings who are eighteen or over. I was about to say something to Erik about it when an alert suddenly came over my phone.

"Hello children," said a voice, "my name is Tim! As you can probably tell by now, everyone above eighteen years of age is dead."