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The Land Above Ground
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After the Third World War, countries were turned into acres of radioactive wastelands. One after another, each country had launched their nuclear bombs against each other. A deadly chain reaction that dropped the earth's population down from just over 9 billion, to a mere thousands. You were supposed to count yourself lucky if you were one of the few who made it to a bunker before the bombs hit. Sam didn't feel the same.
She had made it with her uncle and cousins, but her parents and little brother didn't make it before the doors locked on them and the elevator took them down to the underground city.
The girl woke up with a start, breathing heavily and sweating from her brow. Almost five years later and she was still having nightmares. Looking around to the other cots where her cousins slept, they were undisturbed. Sam rolled her eyes at how soundly they could sleep, and how the reoccurring nightmares kept her from hers. Sliding her legs over the edge of her cot she placed her bare feet on the cold cement floor and headed for the bathroom.
Turning the squeaky handle, cool water drizzled out of the spout above the makeshift sink. She cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed the water on her face cleansing herself from her bad dreams. Trying to wash away the memory of the shelter shaking loudly as the nukes hit their targets. Taking a deep breathe she turned to walk back to bed.
The Land Above Ground
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After the Third World War, countries were turned into acres of radioactive wastelands. One after another, each country had launched their nuclear bombs against each other. A deadly chain reaction that dropped the earth's population down from just over 9 billion, to a mere thousands. You were supposed to count yourself lucky if you were one of the few who made it to a bunker before the bombs hit. Sam didn't feel the same.
She had made it with her uncle and cousins, but her parents and little brother didn't make it before the doors locked on them and the elevator took them down to the underground city.
The girl woke up with a start, breathing heavily and sweating from her brow. Almost five years later and she was still having nightmares. Looking around to the other cots where her cousins slept, they were undisturbed. Sam rolled her eyes at how soundly they could sleep, and how the reoccurring nightmares kept her from hers. Sliding her legs over the edge of her cot she placed her bare feet on the cold cement floor and headed for the bathroom.
Turning the squeaky handle, cool water drizzled out of the spout above the makeshift sink. She cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed the water on her face cleansing herself from her bad dreams. Trying to wash away the memory of the shelter shaking loudly as the nukes hit their targets. Taking a deep breathe she turned to walk back to bed.
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