The End of Times Part V
I sprinted around the block, passing corpse after corpse. Burnt to cinders. They looked like the inside of a barbecue. I forced myself to look straight ahead. Finally after what seemed like an hour, I turned the corner and saw my building. It was torn apart. Half of the structure was missing and the remnants of it lay in the street. From my vantage point, I could see the insides of other apartment rooms. Bits of burnt furniture and lamps were the only observable objects. Where to now? I had no sanctuary. I certainly could not go back to the subway station. Surely the blast had taken out almost any living being in this area. No rescue would come for hours possibly months.
I decided the best way was to head west. Much like the people of the 1800s. They headed westwards hoping for a new life and sanctuary. There was the slight possibility that the rest of the United States had not suffered this kind of calamity. Just as I was about to turn westwards, there was a loud rumble and the ground began to shake. For one moment I thought it may be another missile sent to finish off any survivors. Three fighter jets zoomed as high speed at almost building level. Someone was alive! They were heading west. There must be people that way. I settled on the fact that if the military still was active, then at least some of the country still stood standing. It was up to me to find it.
