The Nooshkaville Chronicles

Chapter 2: Never trust a bad apple

His eyelids began to open, there was nothing but pitch darkness.

"Where am I," he said. His eyes began to adjust to the dimness around him. Under the moonlight he saw the remains of his beloved hometown. He got up slowly, he wasn't in too bad of a condition, only with some pain in his head from the blow he had just received. He got up and started walking towards the forest, hoping to find his friends.

Jar walked up the familiar dirt road to his home, clutching his head in pain as it throbbed.

As he continued he saw the bodies of many people he once knew lying dead on the ground. He couldn't believe what'd he'd seen or what had happened. Years of peace and happiness, the smiles of his neighbors, the laughs of the young children, the sweet attitudes of all the shopkeepers, the teachers that inspired all of them everyday. It was all gone. Every memory, every event that was special to someone out there, now gone. The legacy of this town was completely gone. As he saw more and more bodies he began to grow fearful of his friend's fates. What had become of them? Where could they have gone? Were they....alive? Those were questions that raced through his mind.

He finally made it to the outskirts of the town, continuing up the dirt path and walking up the short hill leading to the forest. In the past he loved to always pause once he made it atop the hill and turn around to see the beautiful sight of the town. However to have his eyes look upon the terrible situation in front of him was the last thing he wanted right now. He kept walking down the path and made it into the forest. He walked and walked until he made it into the clearing where his home was, and that's when he saw it.

His home. His friend's homes. They were destroyed. As if someone had thrown a large wrecking ball and bashed the place. He looked and dropped to his knees. He began to cry, he knew it all along. He was alone. His friends? Gone. Dead. He was the only survivor and he had no idea where to go. What to do. He fell to his hands and began sobbing heavily. He just wished that he never woke up to have his friends go to school. Maybe then they would have been able to escape the horror they'd experienced. It was all his fault. 

Suddenly a rustle came from nearby. He stopped his whimpering and grew quiet. He turned his head slowly behind him. No one was there. He heard another rustle and turned the opposite direction to the source of the sound. Still nothing. 

"H-hello...." he said nervously. "I know you're there, come out where I can see you."

No response.

"I won't hurt you....please just help me...I don't know what to do, I've lost everything," he said, feeling as though just seeing a person would lift him from his pain.

Then he heard a loud movement from behind him.

"F-flyer?" said a familiar voice.

Jar turned around quickly. "Adam?" he replied, looking at his classmate in confusion.

"H-hey," he scratched behind his neck. "I guess I'm not the only one who survived.

After a few minutes the two started a camp fire, right in the clearing near Jar's old home. 

"I can't believe what just happened. I was knocked out after tripping and slamming my head on the hard ground, " Jar explained to Adam.

"Yeah....I was just heading to school, I was a little late...and um I uh....just felt the ground shake and before you know it, there was a blast from this big robot. I immediately ran and hid in a bush," Adam said to Jar.

"At least I'm not alone now," Jar said to Adam. Suddenly he felt bad for Adam. Adam had always been picked on and never really any friends, that is until he met Ryan and Creamy. But even still they were much younger than him and during school they couldn't really hang out except for lunchtime. For the most part Adam was just the loner loser of the whole town of Nooshkaville. No one really liked him. Jar himself had bullied him a few times and always made fun of him with his friends.