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The End of Days

I walked across the barren wasteland of the city. The buildings that used to adorn the street had been turned into rubble. Others had been blown to bits. The cars that used to race down the street had crashed and burned. There was dust everywhere. Maybe the people got disintegrated. I couldn't hear the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

All that I could hear was the deafening silence that was anything but relaxing. It was like the world had gone on mute.

All I could taste was the dust, dirt and grit from the ruins of the city and that acid in the back of my mouth. I tried to swallow the taste but my mouth was as dry as a desert.

I guess this is what happens when a nuclear bomb is dropped.

I look back up and see a jeep that hadn't sustained much damage. So I pick up my pace and hobble as fast as I can to get to the jeep soon.

As I am stumbling to the jeep something catches my eye. A newspaper. I stop. Dated from yesterday. The headline states "Crazed scientist has deployed nuclear bomb set to destroy the world as we know it." I pick it out of the store window and look at the picture of the scientist that doomed us l being taken away from the control room by security guards. I drop it on the ground, but not before I tear it to pieces. I start my walk to the jeep and finally get to my destination.

I opened the door, hoisted myself up and ignored the searing pain in my abdomen, and slowly closed the door behind me. I leaned against the door to catch my breath.

I checked the back and saw just what I needed; medical supplies and clothes. This person must have been spending the whole time packing these supplies. I pulled my t-shirt up of my stomach to check what damage had been done.

My stomach looked like hell. Blood was oozing out of the wound like lava from a volcano. I unlocked the medical kit and grabbed the morphine needle and thrust it into the vein on my wrist. I am so lucky that my mother was a paramedic and took me along on some of her cases. I cleaned up my stomach and grabbed the stitches and the needle and began to sew up the gash on my stomach. It hurt like hell.

After I had finished, I cleaned it again and put a bandage on it. I grabbed some of my hair that had gotten out of my bun. What was once black, wavy and long was now burned, blood-soaked and destroyed.

"My god," I exhaled in a long breath. "My life really took a turn."

Since I had just been sitting here, tending to myself, I decided to look at the clothes that were also in the back. They were all black. Socks, t-shirts, jeans, shoes and even a black leather jacket. Goth much.

I grabbed some of the clothes and a pair of sneakers. I set them aside and rummaged through the back and found a sleeping bag that had holes all through it and looked worn. Well it's better than nothing.

I quickly jumped in and snuggled up, as to preserve what warmth I had left in my body. When I woke up I expected to hear the birds singing in the morning as I normally do when I wake up, but I was greeted with silence. It scared me.

"Let's go and look around at my new home... I guess,"

I unzipped the sleeping bag, and got out and the first thing that happened was the cool morning air on my half-naked body. I quickly grabbed my clothes that I had set out the night before, and put them on.

I grabbed a backpack that I found the day before. I packed it up with some medical supplies, the few cans of food and water bottles that I had found, the extra clothes and the sleeping bag and stepped outside and heard something.

"You there, stop."

I froze.

I slowly turned around.

I saw a boy. He was wearing denim jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. He must have been in his early 20's, he looked as if he hadn't looked in the mirror for the past couple of days judging for the fact that he had cuts that I suspected were all over his body.

"I-I-uh," I was stumbling on my words, "I thought I was the only one left,"

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