The Beginning of The End- Prolouge

I could feel the shattered remains of stone and glass pressed hard against my bear feet. My vision was blurred by the dust that filled the air. Cries for help ripped through the darkness.After more pain filled steps forward, a warm liquid touched the bottom of my feet,blood! Immediate dread was sent through my spine. I knew there was no hope of survival. I held back tears as hard as i could. I always imagined my death quick, more like a kiss, but this was nothing close to it. As a child I wanted to die a hero, not sitting down on the shattered remains of what once was my home. There was no fighting back, there was, in one word, nothing. This was the end, I'd die covered in blood, suffocated by the dirtiest of air. I am no hero, I can't even save myself, my sister, my home. I am what the world has become... nothing. My life flashed before me. My last thought hurt me the most, more than any psychical pain I've ever had to endure. I could have stopped this all.

The days that lead to this incident were normal. Whatever normal meant around here. Kids looking for something to play with. Men hunting for food, a luxury many must be without. Women were looking over the property, sewing the ripped remains of whatever cloth they used for cover. And now you ask, Where was I? I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday