The world had gone to shit in the span of about a week. You could watch the bombs being dropped from your bedroom window. I could still feel the vibrations from the blasts shaking my bones. There were so many reports that nobody really knew what caused it. The TV and radio stations then went dark. Everyone was left clueless. Law and order couldn’t be maintained. The riots, looting and all the other unmentionable things that happened were worse than any bomb.
Awakened by the rumbling of engines, I flashed my eyes wide open and peeked out of the shattered window. Down the street there were headlights. Lunatics were firing off gunshots, blaring music and hollering obscenities. I tucked myself back into the room and they flew by, drunk off their own newly found power. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I checked outside again. They were gone.
I could relax my shoulders back down. I took a swig from the crumbled bottle of water. It was hard not to grimace at how warm it was. There was quiet again, for now. The night sky was awash with stars, something you’d have never been able to see in L.A when all the lights were on.