Setting Paper

            As I was walking through the street, I am avoiding the destroyed stone, the flying paper, and the beams of steel lying on the street. Looking around, I feel so alone seeing the barricaded windows and the rotting bodies of people. The year is 2020, in the middle of October. Images flashed through my head of the tragedy 8 years ago. I remember the flash of light and the sirens blaring through the streets. Running into my house, exhausted from even the short sprint to get in my shelter, fear overtook me, as this was not a false alarm. I snapped back to the present when a rat scattered across my toes, probably headed towards the source of the emanating stench, which were bodies, that could be smelled anywhere in the city. 8 years ago, we were proud to call this city Chicago. Now the Sears tower was crumbled to pieces, the steel scattered everywhere. People can see Soldier field in ruins, glass covering the field that will never be played on again. After the bomb, I am seemingly the only survivor. I am searching for any other person that survived the blast. I turned the corner around the building that had no doors, no windows, and was half destroyed. From inside the building I could hear a faint moan.  Then I looked and saw an extremely pale man with no hair and simply a cloth for clothes. He lunged at me with nothing but rage in his eyes. That’s when I pulled my pistol and shot him to save myself. While his dead body fell right next to me I had to forget about it as I have been forced to do many times before. I harnessed my pistol and kept walking through the rubble and debris back to my home to continue searching for anyone else who survived the war that nearly caused the end of the world, World War III