The Difference

Planes cover the sky like a sheet of clouds, people are out on the streets in panic. I watch a man standing across the street from me get blown to bits, there won't be any bones left not even ashes. I am thrown backward from the impact of the bomb. I get up and walk in the other direction, as I walk I watch the people. Some carry suitcases, food, clothes, and then there is the ones who have nothing left. No homes, no clothes, no family, nothing. I watch a little girl in her pajamas walk down the road with a teddy bear in one hand and her fathers in the other. Her father looks worried, just like everybody. "Dady what is happening? Are we going to be okay?" the little girl asks her father her father unable to tell the truth just answers her by saying "Don't worry pumpkin everything is going to be all right." I get out a piece of paper from my pocket and write down my last words on a piece of paper

My name is Zackery Miller
I am afraid something terrible is happening, the planes that fly overhead are just a reminder to me of the few minutes that I have left. Its like a clock and at the certain time the bombs drop and I will die, as a inccoent person just like all the others. There is a flash and the entire sky is illuminated, I hear screams of the people I look up at the sky to see my worst fear a plane. These are my last words I want them to be remeb

But what happened that night on April 1, 2017 was not all right. That night the world was different, there was a darkness that fell over the world. Bombs where dropped killing one hundred thousand incoccent people , including Zackery. States were destroyed, Countries in terror. The world broken apart from each other.
This was the start of World war Three.