The Dreams

Part 3 continued: Reality...

So... it's been seven years, weirdly only one state survived the attack. That state was, Colorado. I've been living here for a while. It almost seems like nothing ever happened, Colorado is beautiful and the city is put back together so it almost just feels like we live in our own country. I'm the only one out of my family that survived, so the only people that I have to rely on is my friends and co-workers. I work for a big company in Colorado so I live in a private community (it may sound glamorous, but it just feels like I'm trapped all the time). Some nights I still have nightmares about the terrible life I lived seven years ago, sometimes i hear my moms voice and see my dads face in the clouds, but it's not the same, I wonder what America could have possibly done to deserve this (not that I'm wishing it on another country). Something weird happened yesterday, it almost seemed like the attack was coming back, today has been fine but you never know what tomorrow's going to bring. It's the next day, I don't have work so I'm just chillin at my house when all of a sudden I hear a huge bang noise outside and house. I couldn't believe what I saw when I looked out off my window, it was.... to be continued

A/N: Hey y'all! I know that it's been a very long time since I've added to this chapter but I really hope you like it! :)