October 23rd, 2077:
"Kobe, wake up Kobe!" yelled his wife Teresa.
"W-what is it baby?" asked Kobe, getting up.
"Didn't you hear the alarms! We've got to get into the shelter!"
Where are the kids?"
"They're safe in the shelter now hurry up let's go!"

Kobe and his wife, Teresa were running through the house, gathering any last minute supplies they would need to survive the attack. Kobe grabbed his .357 magnum, a flashlight, and fuel for the generator in the shelter. While Teresa gathered some clothing, water, and food. They both ran out into the back yard, opened up the door leading underground, and went in.
"Wait Teresa, I forgot to get my journal," said Kobe.
He ran back inside and grabbed it. While running, he could hear the sounds of planes far above, he could only think of the destruction.
"Hurry up!" Teresa yelled.
He ran into the shelter just as the bombs were dropping, and right as he was closing the doors, he could feel a huge blast of heat hitting his body, scorching it. Kobe stammered back and fell. Then everything went black...


(Sorry this is a little badly written, I'm bout to go to Philly and I had to hurry through this, but I'll edit it when I get back)

It was ok? make it longer

That's just the intro, and will be revised once I have time to

Most fan-fics don't interest me that much but this one seems interesting. Be sure to make more.