Humanity's Death (Preview)

Chapter 1

ATTENTION! This version of the book is pre-editing, meaning there are most likely numerous grammatical errors throughout. I could not find the final draft, but this is the same thing with a few spelling mistakes. Please take this into consideration as you enjoy.

Snow pattered against the ice cold window pane. Immense black clouds hung ominously in the sky. Four freezing bodies sat together, squeezing each other for warmth.

In the center of the sad group was a young boy name Stephen Monty and his sister, Marge Monty.

Stephen was a thirteen year old boy, normal by all standards. There wasn't anything exceptionally special about him, nothing to make him unique and stand out in a crowd except for his tan skin and frizzy black hair.

He was Mexican, adopted by the Montys at the ripe young age of seven months. He was loved, well nourished, and sweet.

There was only a single problem. The Montys were poor.

They weren't terribly poor, just enough to where they couldn't afford the heating for the month, which was December.

Marge Monty was your average know-it-all girl: she got high As on every report card and loved to tell everyone she met about it.

Her hair was long and curly, and what broke her apart from her two year older brother was that she wasn't adopted.

Huge and Dana Monty had naturally produced her after about a month of being a factory in the bedroom, and they had loved her just as much as they did Stephen.

Now though, they had a broken heater while the coldest month on record ravenously pelted snow and ice at their quaint little house. All they had to fend it off was a tiny fire and a couple of paper-thin blankets.

The fire glowed in its chamber, sending embers snap, crackling, and popping all over the room. It created little warmth in the confined box, but a little is better than nothing.

"Mom," Stephen whispered, smoke puffing out of his mouth and his body shivering like a Mexican jumping bean. "I'm cold."

Dana looked worriedly at Huge, a concoction of a sorrow and neutral in her gaze. "I know, but... We can't do anything about it."

Huge, his arms enveloping the other three, tightened his grip on his family. "You know what we can do?" he whispered feebly. "We can turn on the radio and listed to the news. Maybe the snow and cold will be gone soon." Detaching his arm from the group, he reached to the table beside the couch and pressed the power button on the old fashioned radio.

A crackly voice emitted from the small box, saying, "While everyone up north is receiving tropical like weather, the treacherous snow and frigid cold will continue to torment our small town for about a month. Rescue personnel have had to saves a numerous amount of people, as this is the harshest winter on record. The national government says-"

Huge hurriedly slammed the radio off with ferocity. "It's going to be a long month," he grumbled.

Morgan McCarthy blankly stared out her bedroom window into the nothingness of a mammoth blizzard surging through her yard. A thick sheet of rock hard ice covered the slab of glass, making the entire scene blurry as hell.

Morgan was a fourteen year old princess. She got everything she wanted: an Xbox One, gigantic bedroom, fancy chocolate. She was a snob. To herself, she was royalty.

Retreating from the window, she plopped her butt down on her plush pink bed, which was water and a queen. A knock on her door made her leap fifty feet.

"Morgan sweetie," her mother called from outside her closed door. "Would you care for some tea?"

"No mom!" she almost screamed. "Are you retarted? Tea? Disgusting! Get me some hot chocolate with those mini marshmallow things! Duh."