After the End of America

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When the world ends with a bang, a grieving man sets out on a journey to find peace again, but he may not make it alive.

Submitted: May 28, 2010

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The torrid sun burned the back of my arms as I lay in thecenter of a highway. The sun blazed in my eyes like a dentist shining a light into your face to see your teeth clearly. I struggled to keep them open, trying to force myself to turn my head to the left or the right, I didn'd care which side. None of that mattered anymore. To me, anyways. I pushed but the pain rushed through the muscles in my neck, harder and harder as I moved it. The tears fled from my eyes in long, thin streams, down the side of my face. When I breathed the pain was in my chest, too, making my stomach tweek everytime I took a breath- tried to. Trying to lift my arms a bolt of pain slashed through the inside, forcing back down to the hot pavement. The sweat began to poor down my forehead. I clenched my eyes shut, feeling the dirty sweat stroll down my eye lids. The warmth they gave off made me feel hotter. The sweat ran down into the cuts and scrapes on my forehead, making my skin sting fiercly. No more could I stand being here in the dry desert in the middle of a highway with no living thing for miles, or states, who knew.
Flys soon began buzzing around my sweat glazed body, landing on my face, knowing I could do nothing about them. Then a mammoth fly, plump and loud, landed on the tip of my nose, crawling around going left, then right. My nose twitched and it jumped up as if startled. It seemed to stare into my eyes as I looked crosseyed at two fat flys, knowing one was just an illusion of the sight. My nose tickled and I let out a loud, throat burning sneeze, sending the fly flying away. Mucus flew from my nose and clung there to my nostrils, leaking down my lips. I could do nothing about it but suffer. I was tempted, for some odd reason, to lick away the stringy snot from my lips and get it over with. My tongue still worked and seemed, at this moment to be my only source for my arms, though it didn's have any fingers- no hands for that matter. I was telling my self not to do anything. But I knew in a few hours the snot would crust and sicken me. Even now I wanted to vomit. Trying to keep it down, fighting for it to stay down. The snot had ran down to the slit where my top lip and bottom lip came together. I knew that if I were to open my mouth I would be drowned in vomit in a matter of seconds. I opened my mouth, but my teeth were still shut tight. The snot came down onto my purley whites, seeking into the gap in between the middle teeth. I felt a long strip of snot hang down in my mouth, moving closer to my tongue. So far everything was fine in my stomach, but everything wouldn't be fine in a few moments. I kept still, my eyes closed shut again, ignoring the bright rays from the sun and the fly now back on the tip of my nose, crawling around again, but then I noticed the fly was moving around my nose again and then thought that I would sneeze again. The snot hit my tongue at that second. My mouth opened in a single breath and all the rest of the snot piled up on my tongue, also creating a sort of web in my teeth like when a bunch of peanut butter gets stuck to your teeth when you move the peanut butter all over you mouth, then open up wide and there it is, in your teeth just like the snot.
Vomit soared up my throat and out the hole, into the air like a mini volcanic eruption in science class. It landed in my face, some getting back into my still opened mouth, still vomiting into the air. I moaned for several minutes, afraid I would puke a second time. I couldn't keep it down and threw up again. The vomit ran down my chin, my hair, everywhere on my face. Surprisingly I didn't vomit from all the vomit on my face. My left arm twitched and I slowly started raising my hand, desperatley, sliding it across the scorching pavement, then it raised higher and higher. Soon it had been above my stomach and then the pain raced through my arm, almost sending it back down, but I kept fighting to keep it in the air. Tiny pebbles sticking to my skin finally fell off and landed back on the highway, clanging when they hit the ground. My elbow had been burned fiercly, making the skin red and puffy. The pain had decreased a small amount, but still it was unbareable. I let my arm drop and it landed on my stomch and lay limply, unmoving. I let it rest there for a few seconds, then struggled to pick it back up, but finally got it back into the air, shaking wildly. I bent my burnt elbow closer to my vomit covered face. Soon, my fingers gently touched my chin, sliding their way up my face, piling up the vomit, then it all fell down the side of my left cheek. My nose still felt snotty.

My wife, such a beautiful woman, so tranquil, so loving. I had grieved over her death for many long hours, thinking the day would never end. Eventually, though, day grew to night, then night to morning. I cannot tell you how many hours I had spent crying over my loss. Once we had gotten about a quarter mile away from New York City, we had been sprinting down a highway.
Several minutes later, a missle touched down in the center of New York, blowing it to pieces, collapsing buildings, blowing vehicles to smitherines.The flames soared into the polluted air, making it even dirtier. It lit the sky up like never before. The explosion was ear splitting. The flames spread through the city, flinging debris into the air. The flames grew closer to my wife and I. A darted into a ditch just as the flames passed us. My wife, on the other hand, had stopped in her tracks, then she was engulfed in flames.
I felt dizzy. My life was over, I had thought to myself, everything is gone. I wept in the ditch for and unknown amount of time. I had no meaning to live anymore. My wife was dead. I had no one. The explosion seemed to stop right beside where I lay. The fire had been ablaze several hours ago, but now it was merely smoke rising to the gray sky. My stomach felt sick. I had to vomit. And so I did. It got on my pants, and an hour or so later, the vomit was tained into my pants, except for a few chunks of (what looked like) food.
When I finally arose from the ditch, what I saw would forever be burned into my mind. My wife's burned corpes lay before me, seeming to stare at me-mocking me, saying, hey, look at me, it's me, Sarah, your wife, Yeah it's me, dead, just like you'll be soon. Love you.
I stood there for many moments awed by the sight, and when I finally got the courage to move I threw up on my shoes. The vomit had gotten on my pants, leaving stains that would soon smell rank and I walked on.
The sun blazed down upon me. Never had I been this hot before. My hair felt like it was on fire. Never had I been so exausted. I wanted to lay down and wait for death. I could walk no more and at that spot in the middle of a highway, I collapsed. I fell backward, my body straight as a stick, and didn't move again. And now hours later, I am still here, alone, left to die. But as I started dozing, I chopping sound filled my ears. Something black was coming closer to me-voices! The first time I had heard a single voice in hours.
"... over hear," is part of what I heard, the voice was muffled, and therfore hard to comprehend.
The black choppy thing was a few yards away from me, now on the ground, I believe.
I heard footsteps, drawing closer and closer. Now a black face stared into mine, but the face was hidden by a gas mask.
"Get this man onto the chopper," the man in the gas mask ordered. He had motioned his finger and pointed at me. "Your'e gonna be all right," the man told me.
I had no idea what was happening. All that was going through my mind was, we're saved, Mary, we're saved. How I longed to see her face again. Her smile, Her eyes, all so beautiful.
Soon I was being lifted onto the helicopter, and I was still unable to understand what was going on.
Moments later, what seemed like hours, I was in the air and what I remember was that I was looking out at the destroyed cities- On the ground, many vehicles were on the road. As many as fifty motercycles. Many regular vehicles, a few trucks. Hummers seemed to be the most vehicles on the road. So this was it, this is how it is in the end.


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