3:27 am
They say the end
is coming. I say it’s already here. My television was still on and I heard the
annoying emergency alert system. At first, I thought it was a bomb falling from
the sky, but I realized it was just a dream.
The bomb hasn’t
fallen yet. Not in this city.
Three
days ago, our major cities had been hit with atomic bombs. New York, Los
Angeles, Phoenix. We knew it was possible, but we didn’t expect it. We thought
that maybe, just maybe, there was an ounce of humanity left in these villains
that felt it necessary to destroy so many lives, but we were wrong. Many
communication towers were destroyed. My family in Tucson has no way of getting
back to me, if they’re around at all, and I haven’t been able to get a hold of
anyone else. I’m stuck here in D.C., where many fear the inevitable.
Evacuations
began after the first bomb exploded. We know to expect anything in this city,
but only those who are capable of leaving did. I have a bike. That’s all. How
am I supposed to leave? My friends ran to their families and left. My roommate
didn’t even say goodbye. She simply grabbed her keys, looked me in the eyes,
and with a look of fear on her face, she ran out the door.
My
TV has been on all this time, waiting to see if there’s any change in our current
condition, but this is war. And it has created chaos outside my apartment.
Looting, killings, attacks; all these have taken over the streets to the point
that the police can’t do anything anymore. One would think that we would be
prepared for this kind of chaos, but when it comes down to it, we never were.
I’m shocked my apartment hasn’t been broken into. I do have a handgun, but I
don’t want to use it unless there’s a reason to.
Anyone
would say that I’m insane for sitting here and writing these words instead of
trying to get as far away from the city as possible, but with communication
with my family being cut, I’ve resigned to knowing that death is right around
the corner. Maybe my words will be found in the future and someone will know
what I was going through these final moments.
Another
emergency broadcast alert reminding us that we should evacuate. It feels like a
slap in the face every time I hear that. My mother told me I shouldn’t have
come to D.C. for school, but I had a scholarship, so how could I say no? And I
was so close to the country’s political arena, I could get an internship
somewhere and eventually make my way to Capitol Hill. The funny part was that I
had received a call four days ago for an interview the next day. I was ready to
go when news broke about the first bomb. I called to see if the interview was
cancelled but the lines were blocked. I decided to simply forget about it. I’ve
been in my apartment the entire time since, watching from my fifth floor window
how slowly, the chaos began to break out in the streets.
When
the second and third bombs exploded, the people simply went insane, unable to
register that our country was being attacked. Not just attacked, but destroyed.
Why would the United States be attacked? Why would we be hit like this? We’re
the most powerful country in the world! Not anymore we’re not.
I’ll
keep writing as long as I can. I’m thinking of going out to the university and
seeing if anyone is still there. I know a few professors who don’t have family
in town and who might go back to the offices they call home. I may try to see
if there’s any food out there. I may just try to bike my way out of here.
I
just don’t know.
There’s
another alert. The enemy country has declared that another bomb will explode
today. Something tells me that it’s our turn. I wish I had been better prepared
for this.
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