Life after Extinction
Jack awoke with a deep yawn. The thick November fog covered his windows. He got up from his bed and scouted the mountains. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was out there. Watching him. Just waiting for the moment to strike. Jack shuttered the thought away. “Nothing is out there. Nothing… Nothing at all.” Jack optimistically said to himself.
But Jack knew the reality of the situation. He ignored it, telling himself that it wouldn’t happen. Jack hurried downstairs for breakfast. He gulped down his food and quickly went to school. This is where Jack’s fears came true. Something was watching him and now it was on the prowl.
The wind whistled as it darted by, striking fear into its target as it galloped across the sky. These were the Zero-Hawk missiles. They were the pride of the C.R. United. They were the reason the C.R. had no enemies. With Neo-America allies dropping one by one, Jack knew they would be next. But yet, he always forced himself to deny any thoughts of fear. His optimism would be the end of him. Luckily, his grandfather was just the opposite. Who Jack considered a bitter pessimistic would save him. Even though his grandfather died in the Battle of Antarctica twenty years back, his preparations where just 15 miles away.
A Zero-Hawk missile took two hours to hit its target. During that time, there was nothing to be done to stop it. That was what struck the fear deep into people’s mind. The anxious wait was enough to dismantle any rebellion against the C.R. While death was creeping to their doorstep, Jack’s family drove deep into the Rocky Mountains. Jack, who still foolishly look to the government for protection, didn’t realize the weight of the situation. It all seemed unnecessary until he saw the bunker.
The bunker was an old World War IV nuclear launch site. The vacant halls still shadowed the pain caused by the 2089 misfire. The reality finally struck him deeply into fear. Jack finally saw how fragile his life was. As Jack stood in shock, a siren howled. “Jack get in the bunker! Jack, now!” Jack’s father, Rye, screamed
Jack heard the siren and he ran. He ran to the bunker trying to escape the C.R.’s wrath. He entered with a large slam behind him. His family huddled close knowing that this moment may be their last. With cries of sadness and a hefty boom, Jack was knocked into the unknown
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