How It All Ended

Chapter 1

 The world ended a few weeks ago. I've been trapped in my basement pretty much since it all started. Well, I shouldn't say that I'm trapped in my basement, rather I'm hiding in my basement. However, I'm going to have to head upstairs and go outside pretty soon. I'm running out of supplies.

I haven't the slightest idea as to what exactly happened out there either, but I do remember the day it all started pretty well. Everyone was in a jovial mood because World War Three had just ended. It seemed like the war affected everyone in some way, even in the small suburbs outside of Detroit where I live. I was beyond glad that it was finally over. I just finished my shift at the local drug store and I was heading home when it all went to hell.

I didn't own a car, and my bicycle had two flat tires so that meant I had to walk to and from work. Not a big deal since the drug store is about twenty minutes away from my place. I said goodbye to everyone at my job and started home. I worked the midnight shift so when I left, it was around seven in the morning and the sun was barely out. When I was about six blocks away from the store, I heard this strange sound. The best way I can describe it is a low, dull, rumble. Then I felt the sidewalk shaking underneath me. With my luck, I figured I had just stepped on a gas line that was about to erupt.

Then, the shaking stopped and I continued my journey home. For about five steps. This gigantic, light blue, wall appeared over the horizon that stretched about as far as the eye can see. It seemed to hurtle towards me at a pace that was so fast, there was absolutely no way I'd be able to outrun it or take cover behind something.

I didn't know what the hell it was. I just closed my eyes as the shockwave-or whatever you want to call it- swept over the landscape. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would be quick. It was quick, and I didn't die. I opened my left eye, then my right, and saw that I was okay. I quickly spun around and saw the wall was continuing to sweep over everything behind me. Then, it vanished over the horizon.

It didn't leave a path of destruction in its wake or anything like that. The nearby buildings remained intact, people were still hustling and bustling about, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I was the only one that noticed the shockwave. After a few seconds, cars began to suddenly stop in the street causing some pretty nasty pileups due to the morning traffic.

After two sedans collided not more than five feet from me, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone: nothing, no signal at all. As a matter of fact, my phone wouldn't even turn on.

"Oh come on," I muttered. "I just charged the damn thing."

Someone from the building behind me had stepped outside to see what was happening. "What's going on? We just lost power in here," The guy asked me.

"My cell phone is screwed," I replied. I was so stunned by the car wreck, I didn't really know what else to say.

The man decided to give his phone a look. "Shit, yeah, you're right. Nothing at all."

I could hear ambulance sirens coming from further down the street. When I looked in the direction of the wailing siren, I could see a large, thick, cloud of black smoke that was billowing up into the morning sky.

The honking of a nearby horn caused me to focus my attention back on the street. A minivan swerved onto the median to avoid the wreck that was beside me, and the vehicle turned right into oncoming traffic.

The impact the minivan made when it collided with the oncoming garbage truck almost knocked me off of my feet. The truck tore the entire front of the minivan clean off. I don't think that whoever was driving the van survived. There was just no way. At that moment, the only thing that I could think to do was to get off of that damn street and get back to my house.