The End Is NY

The "Drill"

Another boring day in hell, otherwise known as school, when the nuclear siren went off. For some reason, we had to line up in the field like that's going to change anything... The principal told the teachers that this is just a drill but hesitated when he said drill. I knew for a fact that there was a nuclear bunker because Donald Trump can't keep his mouth shut and that summit with him and Kim Jong Un didn't last long. We saw some sort of jet it was super thin and it looked like it was going around at the speed of sound, I think it was a stealth bomber, but I'm not too sure. Whatever it was it had a foreign flag on it, I am quite scared.

Funeral Voices

Instead of letting us in the school nuclear bunker we had to go home! So I ran home because I wouldn't trust public transport, I mean anyone could kill me on the spot, stuff like this can tear society in 1.5 seconds. I've now got home and there was a few police outside our house, they were just leaving but something must be wrong because there is a contamination tent up in our front garden. I can see my dad crying so I run over to him and tell him we better get to the bunker before you explain what's going on. We finally got to the bunker and then I asked my dad what has happened and he said in a sympathetic tone, funeral voices I would call it so I braced myself for the worst. I was told that mum had died from nuclear radiation I can't believe this is happening.

More Than Six Foot Under

For once Trump is actually being helpful and letting us know on the fifth day being in this dusty bunker that the surface is safe to go up to if you have a gas mask, luckily me and my dad had enough time to get a lot of food and water, a wind up radio, a map of the city, a gas mask and a shotgun. We were well prepared we could even rule over all of New York we are that prepared! I asked dad, because I was so eager, that if I could go to the surface and see what has changed on the surface, unluckily I was told that he doesn't trust Trump yet and said I could go tomorrow, I can't wait! The next day I woke up and there was blood on the floor, something has gone on and I need to get to the bottom of it. Well that didn't take long to find out what had happened my dad has killed a cat that was in the vent and had cooked it in the flame that we had going for a while now, I asked him why did he do it, he said that he was getting tired of the taste of tomato soup, I am, to be honest.
Kinemortophobia

What the hell what has happened?! It is so cold! I remember in geography that if a nuke went off there would be something called a nuclear winter but it is freezing in surprised I don't have hypothermia. My geography teacher didn't tell me that it was going to be Antarctica out here I guess he can't feel it because he generates his source of heat by his overused school laptop, try and do the register now sir! I saw in the distance a few people walking about aimlessly and they were emitting a weird groan for a while and I was suddenly drawn into them and ask what they were doing but then they turned to look at me and then they started to run at me. A certain rush went down my spine it was like something I have felt before but not often, it was when I was reading this book about zombies and it was disturbingly descriptive. They got closer and I could see the distant gaze in their eyes so I immediately ran back to the bunker. I can't believe this is happening...
Back Under

I'm back in this dusty hellhole, how do my lungs hold out?! I don't think Donald Trump has been up there because there is more than protesters out there, but he probably thinks there is no difference anyway. I'm half happy that dad hasn't eaten another cat because I don't want to mop that up with a super-thin cloth. The zombies come to think of it are kinda like my classmates, oblivious to everything except their phones. Well instead of him killing a cat he put a whole squirrel in his mouth, I think I'm going to throw up, I mean what is going on in his head to give him ideas like this?! 

What Do Ya Say?

Day: I have no clue now, IT FEELS SO LONG. I want to leave this place otherwise my lungs will literally shrivel up and die. I still remember when this all started as a normal day in school and then we all had to run home. Enough flashbacks because someone is knocking on our door, I hope it's not zombies because I don't fancy being eaten alive. It turns out that it was another survivor group and they were asking if we could join forces, I am very sceptical about this because they might be filthy thieves looking to take all our supplies. I told them to wait outside so I can talk to my insane dad about whether we should let them in and I told him if we do let them in, to not cook them too because I'm pretty sure we aren't zombies.
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