Canned Food

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I ran straight to the super market when I heard about the nuclear strike. The government said that a deadly disease was spreading were I lived, and that the were going to eliminate anyone who had it. When I got to the store, I saw that almost all of the canned foods were gone, infact, almost everything was gone. I grabbed all of the cans I could carry, ran outside to my car, and realized it was not enough to keep me alive in my bomb shelter.

Wondering what I would do, the nuclear strike being imminent, I saw a woman and two small children loading a van with food cans. They had enough to survive years, I thought. I ran too the woman and asked if I could have some of the cans. “I’m sorry, I have more people to feed at my house, I can’t spare any.” She told me.

Walking back to my car disapointed, I stepped on something, I looked down to see I steped on a screw driver. That’s when I got the idea. I bent down and picked it up, and looked toward the woman, still loading the van with the canned foods. I needed that food. So, I walked over to the woman. “I’m sorry!” She said to me. “I can’t spare an-” she was cut off by the screwdriver I rammed into her chest.

“I’m sorry…” I said as she slowly died. Her children were gone, I don’t know were they went, and I didn’t care. I shut the hatch on the back of the van, jummped in, and drove back to my house. In the street, there were people begging me to let me in the van. The nuclear bomb would hit soon, and there was no room, so I kept driving. When they started trying to block the van, I floored it. I don’t know how many people I ran over.

I jumped out of the van, now crimsion, and started unpacking the cans into the bombshelter. it took about an hour, so by the time I got all of the cans into the bombshelter, I saw the planes. I ran into the bombshlter, and after a few minuets, I heard a extreamly loud bang. then nothing. It would be a few months till the raddiation cleared up, so I sat down. I was hungry, so I picked up a can. That’s when I realized I left the canopener in my house.

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