I get up.Except I can't.I'm under a pile of debris.I try to push the concrete chunks off myself.Then a small steel beam.I then push the last chunk of concrete off,then pull myself up.I notice there are small shards of glass in my arms,legs,and face.Wincing,I pull them out.my shirt is in tatters.My right leg is mangled.Kinda.I rip some cloth off and put it around the worst wounds.I look around.It looks like a wasteland.I'm trying to soak it all in[as in not being in shock learning that my town had just been nuked]I should probably get out of here before it starts raining fallout.I grab the small steel beam and use it like a crutch.I limp over to the east.I need to find shelter.Also burn my clothes.I'm limping, and the farther I go, the less destruction I see.I hope my friends and my brother are safe. Heh. What a day.I need to stop.But I can't.I can't see anything for miles.I stop to catch my breath.I laugh nervously.There's no WAY this is real.This has to be a dream of some sort.It has to be right..?
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The End of My Town (How I survived WW3)
General Fiction...Normal town...normal people... blah,blah,blah...boring,boring,boring ...until something horrible happened. Meh, I shouldn't spoil it
