'Stay Low Go Fast Kill First Die Last One Shot One Kill No Luck All Skill.' T H E explosions are deadly. That's what they're saying about the bombs that started exploding one February afternoon. Radiation cloaks the earth like a new empire. V E R Y dangerous heists are at hand. One serious betrayal to the country and the entire world blows up if one wrong move is made. T H O U S A N D S are dying by the second. Those are the records they tell us on the news. From bombs, radiation, or the war itself, places are being torn apart--the entire world is being ripped a single protest...at least, that's what they want us to think. Rebels spill into malls and invade homes. T H E R E 'S only one place to hide. There's only one place that's safe; Washington D.C, where the tunnels and shelters are. People rush to the borders of their states, dashing to get to D.C before the end of the world collapses and we all die. My family got taken to D.C. My sister and I got left behind. The Rebels call survivors of the bombs R A D I A T I O N C H I L D R E N. I call us lucky as hell.