Three hours ago everything was normal. Everything was going fine. Now? Now there are piles of rubble and bodies all over the gym floor, the spring air filtering through the missing ceiling a cruel reminder of the freedom that was so close but yet so far for those trapped.
You may be wondering, how does a highschool senior prom go from fizzy drinks and snuck in beer to a collapsed ceiling and a party for cadavers. Well, fuck if I know, I'm under a rock with half my body burned away. But as it turns out, the answer was a crashed helicopter and twenty pounds of C4 that went boom on impact. Funny though isn't it? I actually go out to the prom to be normal instead of staying with my friends at McDonald's eating away and climbing the playset even though we are WAY too old for it. Well, I'm getting a little sleepy so I'll let your imagination run wild as for what happens; and no, I didn't die, how the hell would I be talking if I was dead?
YOU ARE READING
The Last Code
Science FictionA young lady sees for herself the hard lesson of preserving others before herself, however when her country needs her, the question arises whether she will help.
