Writing Holocaust

[ifm2181]

It's just a short story I made, and it's not as good as my first one, but I'm still pretty proud of it. Check it out...

Holocaust

It had finally happened. The world became angry enough with each other that they sent out their atomic missiles to incinerate countries like mere roadkill on the Highway of Life. The earth was scorched, and life seemed to be non-existent. No birds soared through the sky, not a plant was alive for miles.

A group of four crawled out from underneath the scorched rubble and shook off their weariness. They had noticed that they were the only four alive for miles and miles and miles. They had decided to leave the radioactive area in which they stood, amongst the cracked and charred earth, peeling away from itself.

They organized themselves and headed out on a quest to find a place to call home. They would search for a long time to find any place with green vegetation and some running water, which they were in short supply of.

They started their hike towards the horizon. Hopefully, the shockwaves would have missed a small area in that general direction and leave grass and food alive and well. They walked for hours and hours more. Still, not a sign of grass or anything off the horizon in any direction. The sun beat down on them with its mighty warmth and light through a plume of smoke from the blast. They group stopped for a rest and found a small grotto with scummy water. Being so desperate, they drank some to continue on their quest.

After filling up and cooling off, the group started moving again. Over the large cracks and gashes, strewn all over the landscape, they climbed. Even dunes of sand had began to appear. They continued on over the dune to, hopefully, find a safe spot to live. It was still raining minor debris. Sand and other little pieces of human life fell from the sky and landed near them.

At the top of the dune, they looked out over the horizon, now slightly higher, and still could not see any sign of vegetation or water, except for a very tiny dribble of liquid on the side of the dune in a little depression; obviously, some liquid left over from a household. They couldn't guess what this stuff was, but they had a choice: drink it and take your chances, or die anyway. They took their chances drinking the vile liquid, and felt somewhat refreshed. Refreshed enough to continue walking.

Their legs were in pain and becoming very stiff, but they still pressed on to a destination of some sort. Hopefully, it wasn't just in their minds. Hours had passed. Many and many of hours had passed, and so far the only thing they had seen is couple of spots with liquid and a mushroom cloud's remnants.

It was almost night time and they were dying from the heat. Luckily, the night winds started to blow in, and cooled them off enough to not die from heat stroke. More debris blew towards them as it flowed with the wind. Off in the distance, yet another mushroom cloud could be seen, back and to their left. Yet, it was very far away and had no chance of hurting them.

Some more debris blew towards them from the explosion off in the distance. It was against their backs, so it did nothing to them. Unhindered by almost everything, they managed to climb a tall, tall mountain large enough to see the ground below for a very long distance.

A quick glance straight ahead of them denoted a patch of vegetation, large enough for them to live on. It also had a pond of water in it. Fresh water. The group was happy, and hurried down the mountain.

One of their team mates fell off the mountain side and had perished. The group mourned her loss, but nothing could stop them from reaching their destination, not even a dead member. They continued through the cracks and scars, which were starting to thin up. They had almost reached the edge of the explosion.

After almost an hour, the group had made it to the grass. It felt cool on their feet and the water was the best they had tasted. This was it. They could now finally rebuild their anthill and start a new colony in safety.