• Out of a coffee shop window he gazed. The warm drink standing on the table untouched.

    Suddenly, he heard a piercing scream coming from the streets. The cause of the shriek, a woman, was pointing out to the grey sky. Before anyone could have a second thought, an Earth shattering rumble shook New York to it's knees. A giant mushroom cloud exhibited itself in the now bright orange sky. What was happening now was obvious. A 3000 rad Nuclear bomb hit the city from an unknown foreign country. The United States, was under attack.

    The man from the coffee shop lay under a pile of concrete from the building. With a last bit of effort, he pushed the leftover rock off of himself. As he attempted to stand, he felt his insides burn; his skin roasted. He wobbled up, only to be brought down to the harsh ground. His ears could hear nothing, and an emptiness blew through the air.

    Out towards the street he crawled, and dead bodies surrounded him. He could hear his lungs inhaling and exhaling; his blood rushing through his body. He was being cooked alive. He felt nausea, and he fought to turn his body over on to it's back to ease this feeling.

    He layed on the rocky street, the sun clouded behind a hellish fog. Staring out into the horizon, he saw the mushroom cloud; the bringer of this chaos. Staring at his hands, he noticed them peeling violently. The chapped skin flaking like bread. He could barely see, and his heavy eyes seemed to weigh a ton as he attempted to keep them open. He saw mere glimpses of the buildings in the city crumbling. He felt vertigo, even as his body layed corpse-like and half dead.

    His nausea got the better of him. Without warning, his body vomited out blood. His stained clothes were the least of his worries. His sickness overcame him. His heart beating faster, seemingly skipping beats. He fought for survival, crawling towards a refuge which he knew he'd never live to find. The snow, the icy Winter disappeared. His mouth, throat, every aspect of his body dry. Life leaving him with every breath. Death was near, he could feel it's grip coming on. Extreme pain violated his body like a virus; his organs failing, water retreating from his system. His eyes grew heavier, and heavier still. His last breath drew in and never escaped. His eyes shut, slowly his determined heart lost hope; ending it's struggle. His body lifeless. He layed there on the street, dead.