It was sunny out, and a cool breeze was swaying fallen leaves like dancers in a dance hall. An October day like no other.

It started out like any other day, waking up refreshed. Rolling out of bed, thinking of the day before me.
I look out the window, and see a blue jay perched on the window sill... squeaking, as if it knew something was going to happen that day. I pay it no mind and go on with my daily routine.

After breakfast I headed out, on to my jobsite... I was a construction worker, renovating an apartment complex near Repconn. The pay was lousy, the hours were grueling, but money was money when the whole world was on edge.

I remember laughing at one of the other guys joke, he was always funny, makin all the other guys laugh and laugh ..... Jim was his name, he had a wife and daughter.....

It seemed like the day was like any other day, boring, usual, normal. Even with fighting still going on, and the economy in the crapper... But, like all good things, it came to an end.....

I don't remember what time it was or even what I was thinking... All I remember is a flash of light far in the distance, brighter than anything I'd ever seen.... because it was so far away I was lucky to escape blindness.... But I knew I had to get somewhere safe..

I ran, and ran.. the muscles in my legs contracted and contorted, pain shot all the way up to my eye balls... but I kept going. I had to make it home....

I arrived ten minutes later. As another bomb detonated near the construction site... I was safe....

I went to the shelter I built in the basemant, knowing something might have happened and bombs would be dropped I built a bunker, and stocked it with some food. I didn't have time to move my computer down here, so I'm stuck writing this in an old notebook, low tech but it'll have to do..


I could hear the bombs, and people screaming... everywhere, people screaming for help... Their last breath on this earth... MY GOD, what a horrible sound it was... I still can hear their screams in my sleep. Nightmares filled with their horror.....

The 10mm pistol I keep with me, temps me.. it calls to me, telling me to end it all. Let the screams die once more. I struggle not to give in, insanity may seep into my mind... or am I already insane?

My Name is John Banner.... I survived the day the world died....

Shows a lot of promise. I'll be watching this.

This seems like it has promise! I've always preferred to have the bombs drop late in the evening or early morning, it seems like it'd accent the drama of it all.

I should be dead...... All these thoughts keep racing... My wife ooooo god my wife and daughter are dead...... Everyone I know are dead... Why couldn't I be dead too? Still, the barrel of my gun never reaches my mouth. Tempted to pull the trigger.

Temped to end it all...........


A week has passed since the world died.... Silence above me, so quiet.. a graveyard of buildings all around me..........

I keep a Geiger counter with me... rads seem to be staying low, but when I move closer to the bunker door the rads go up. I hope the radiation doesn't start seeping in... I have an advanced radiation suit but with no way to eat I would have to leave my bunker and find another place... I'm just not... ready to see what has happened..

Glad there was an update

Can we expect longer updates in the future? Also, I like how the story is very gloomy/ grim.

Its been a week since the bombs dropped. Radiation levels have been slowly depleting. It's still not safe to go outside....
Even if I wanted to...

My thought are stuck on one day. Replaying over and over again.The screams, the bombs, buildings crumbling.... my family.
How could I save myself.... and not them? Instinct set in before I had time to think. A drive to stay alive. To keep running and never look back. I tell myself, I never would have made it. To Natalie's school.... To Jessica's work...I would have died along with everyone else..
The truth, but still I hold onto the notion that death is better than a life without them......

My supplies are running low... I ration myself... Even as I taunt myself with the notion of suicide... I have maybe a week and a half of food and drinking water... I reminded myself before the bombs hit to bring more supplies down here...
I guess I never wholeheartedly believed I would need them.........

Good installments, but I want to see them grow. We want more! Try to make each installment longer than the last until you get to the equivalent of almost two pages 12 pt. in Microsoft Word.