Children Of Doom

Chapter I: The Collapse

It was on every media station, news network, everywhere...

I guess I just never really cared.

Another week, another month. I couldn't keep a job, I didn't have anyone. My room was the only place in the world I could feel safe. I was afraid of the world. The only reason why I can keep being in my bubble of solitude was because the only person that cared about me was my mom. She and her fiance would send me financial support until I could get back on my feet. We didn't keep in touch but I knew she still cared about me since I could find my account still being funded every month at the same time I checked.

After the epidemic, the world economy was at the collapse. Which would lead to the Third World War. This was not a regular war. Rather the end of the world, or was this orchestrated?

Last few hours left, I can hear the traffic jams, social media flooded with farewells, women, and children crying. I was worried about my mom. I didn't hear from her in years. Her old number was not in function. Hope she will be okay.

I didn't care. While others were running to safe havens and bunkers. I simply sat in my apartment. This whole noise will soon be extinguished. I was wondering if Indiana Jones's trick will work. I'll die either way, why not test it?

I could feel the ground shaking beneath me, the sound of annihilation, the crumbling sound and the smell of human flesh went up to my nostrils. Even when I thought no people were near me.

That was actually me...

Flames blazed and made they're way into the refrigerator I was hiding in. The building collapsed taking me down with her

Day #1:

All it is left is silence. Luckily there was no rumble on top of me. Even though I could go out, I won't. I didn't expect to survive, I'm a coward. This refrigerator is the metaphor for what once used to be my room. My bubble of solitude. No one can hurt me here.

Day #2:

My burned flesh is getting sticky. It hurt when I tried to take my shirt off. Like the shirt had gotten glued to my body. There is still plenty of food and water here to last me a few more days. The more I delay the better.

Day #6:

Wounds of my burned flesh hurt like hell. I spend most of the time crying from pain. There is nothing I can do about it. Isolation is not an issue at least. I spend months without talking to anyone. If I could I can spend years. My supply of food and water is almost gone. I try eating as little as possible.

Day #8:

All of my food and water are gone. At least wounds are hurting less.

Day #16:

I haven't eaten in 8 days. If my assumption is not failing me. I peek a little every day just to see the sunlight and stars in the night. This can't go on like this, I have to get out. Here we go...

The world around me was crumbled. Fallen buildings, scorched bodies, just death, and oblivion. Was it better if I stayed dead?

The clouds covered the sky above me and soon I could feel the rain covering my body. I sighed of relief and question myself. "Why was I alive?"

I made my way towards buildings that didn't crumble completely in search of some food and water. After I searched a few of them I sat under one of them trying to think of what to do besides crying.

"Quickly! Lay him down against that wall over there!"

I heard a two girl's voices followed up by a man's grunts of pain. I decided to hid and see what's going on.