Welcome To Hell

Prologue

They said that we were too young to understand, and that it will all make sense when we are older, but that was 10 years ago, and it still does not make sense. I am Seymour Reneyolds, and welcome to hell.

Hell, that may seem to be a strong word, but it seems very accurate considering my town was literally named Hellion, and is located in the very rainy state of Oregon. Not surprisingly our school was Hellion High, home of the Red Devils, not very creative is it? I used to think that the town was kind of a cliché, I mean its called Hellion, but the only thing hellish about it was the rain, turns out I didn't know what hell was.

They came on the Friday before my junior year, I was 16, thought I had everything I ever needed in life, I had the girl, the great car, I was the head of all of my activities, both athletic and non, but I wasn't ready for it to happen.

I remember distinctly, sitting at home flicking through channels when the first explosion went off. The house shook and the lights flickered around me, I didn't know it then but that was my last day of my perfect life. I ran outside and gazed upon the disaster left in the wake of the bomb, the burning building, the screaming people, and I dropped to the ground, my eyes, a hopeful blue, slowly dulling as I saw the people, alive and not, in the wreckage of what was once a beautiful neighborhood. Seeing no others trying to help, I ran, ran right into the mess that I did not know the extent of at the time, or that the bomb, was not just a bomb at all, but instead the start of the end of life as I knew it.