Apocalypses are usually things that only happen in movies and fiction books.
This is real.
The majority of the population was destroyed by a nuclear bomb that was sent from who knows where. Maybe from another planet...
5 minutes. That's all they gave us. 5 minutes to get to safety or to prepare yourself for instant death. I was prepared to die. I didn't think I'd survive this.
The thought of me being the only one that survived scared me. I didn't wanna be alone. But I couldn't be the only one that survived. There must be others.
Today marks the one year anniversary since the apocalypse first started. The air had nearly to almost cleared up. I could go outside and start to look for others now.
Right now, my plan wasn't to leave Evergreen just yet. I have to check to see if anyone else survived here. Deep down I hoped it was people I knew. Hopefully my friends.
Justin, Charlie, Alex, Zach, Bryce, Tony, Clay, Diego, Luke, Tyler, and Scott. Those guys were my main friends. I knew quite a lot of other people from Liberty, but, I was never close with them like I was with my guys.
We all got along, strangely, considering we were all different and didn't really have too much in common with another. We made it work somehow.
I remember the last day I saw them. The same day the bomb was sent. It was like every other normal day attending Liberty High: boring classes, not the best lunches, but we had Prom that night. That was the only difference.
The football team all went solo. Even if you had a girlfriend, tradition is tradition. Solo it was.
Coach had ordered us different bow ties according to our personality. I remember all the guys getting this cool patterns and stuff. And mine, was almost plain, besides the little rainbow on it. I didn't mind it. I am gay after all. Everyone knew it. At some point I wanted to just keep it a secret, but the longer I kept it hidden and denied it, the more I was depressed and stressed.
My best friend Diego was the guy who helped me realize I was in fact gay and that it wasn't just a feeling that would eventually go away. We weren't anything more than friends, even though I wanted us to be...more. Diego didn't feel that way back, he was straight.
After I made a move on him Prom night, he told me he wasn't into guys like that. He didn't judge me, despise me, insult me, or anything of that nature. He comforted me and assured me that there was in fact a guy out there, waiting for me. Surprisingly, I wasn't sad or anything over him. At least I knew I wasn't gonna be stuck on him.
After all that happened, we went back to our group of friends and just hung out together and danced to almost every song. Except the slow ones. We talked about our futures during the slow songs. All of us would be graduating very soon, leaving all of our memories and each other behind. It was sad. None of us wanted to admit it though, that we were sad our senior year was coming to an end.
Another slow song played that night and we all just said fuck it, and got into a big group circle. Wrapping our arms around each other's shoulders and swaying to the music. No tears would be shed until graduation day.
The night was coming to an end and we took group photos and individual ones that we'd end up posting that night with some cheesy captions.
That night, when I got home, I turned the tv on for some reason and the news came on. The reporters were freaking out saying that a nuclear bomb was coming and that there was nothing we could do to stop it. My phone went off like it would with an amber alert or for an extreme weather condition.
