It was a brisk humid sunny day in the heart of august when I found myself waking with not a memory of how I came to be. I open my eyes and all I see, feel is twisted metal, and a blood soaked dashboard in my face. I struggle to free my bruised body and I come to realize that I am in my overturned car. I manage to force the door open and I look out and all I see is destruction as far as the eye can I see. Rubble from nearby buildings, demolished cars, and staggered torn corpses.
I begin to walk the desolate remains of the city and my memory begins to refresh me I remember the mass explosion and the fear flowing through my veins as I conjoined with my transportation became a live projectile. It begins to sink in that it had finally happened they had dropped the bomb. America sunk with turmoil and been crippled by the fear of this day since mans final doom had been created some odd century and half ago.
As every sullen depressed step, I took more and more of it all came back to me the speeches, the threats, and the pure malignant ways of the species as the war to end all wars part three had begun.
I looked downtown to see a desolate plain of sadness as I knew my entire life lay beneath the rubble my wife, kids, family, job, home, and every worldly possessions that I had sweat and bleed to achieve is gone in a giant flash. At this point, I begin to wonder to myself if I am the last sole survivor of the flawed species of humanity.
Just then, I hear a quiet relieving sound of a small cat and I look to see a full litter of kittens at there mothers side sleeping the reality of the world away. I see the tranquility in their tiny faces and for a brief instance I feel warm and a peace come over my untidy soul. I forget about the mass chaos spread like wild fire on all sides of me. I think to myself and It reminds me of my own childhood and I remember my mother singing me to sleep and I begin to weep.