Lockdown

What happens when your world gets turned upside down? Think for a bit, now.... What happens the everyone's world gets turned upside down for reasons unknown? See what that's like by reading Lockdown.

It was a particularly cold day, even for winter.

"Christ, it says two below on the weather channel," I said through a crackling phone line.

"What? The call's breaking up...must be the freezing rain," the robotic sounding voice of my mother emanated through, "I'll be home in a half hour...the lines at the grocery store are horrendous."

I looked at my watch: 2:30. "Alright."

"You okay?" Spoke the barely audible voice on the other line.

"Yeah I'm just tired. See you in a little while."

I ended the call and spun my chair back to my computer, checking the weather again. It was strange, whenever I got worried about something I always checked the weather at constant intervals. I don't know why, but it calmed me...got my mind off things.

80% Chance of snow, it read, 5-8 inches expected, followed by a 1/4 inch of ice.

Well that'll do us in for awhile, i thought to myself.

I decided to finish up that night's homework. School always seemed so boring, yet at the same time it was just as mentally exhausting.

By the time I was finished, my mom was home and was ready for an early dinner.

As I sat quaintly at the kitchen table helping to prepare dinner I spoke softly to my mother, "So how was your day?"

"Good, I'm tired as well. Although something just felt out of place."

"Strange, I felt the same way," was my dull reply.

Soon dinner was finished, and I promptly made my way upstairs to bed. It was only four in the afternoon by then, but i wanted to take a nap. My mom was right about something not feeling right today...

Within moments I was in a deep sleep. That was the last time I remembered being (at the most) slightly at ease.

|Hours Later|

Something shook the house in its entirety. 

It's nothing, I thought, my sense still not functioning to their fullest seeing as I was half-asleep.

The shaking intensified greatly. Now I was awake. It couldn't be an earthquake, I lived on the damn East Coast! Immediately I looked out my window.

Something bright shone through the sky, headed toward the general direction of Philadelphia. Yet preceding this, there was a blinding light coming from the same area. Had another similar projectile hit? What was it? A meteor? A missile?

My head raced violently with questions. I came to a conclusion: Now was not the time to think, it was the time to act.

I rushed out of my room, down the stairs, and into the family room where my parents eyes were transfixed to the blaring firestorm of the sky.

"What are we going to do?" questioned the sorrowful voice of my mother. She embraced her husband.

My mother peeked past the sloping shoulder of my father, "Pat. I love you...come here"

"What the hell's going on!"

"We dont know...." stated my dad.

I reached tentatively for the television remote, pressed the button and felt as if my eyes would explode from what I then saw.

Eastern Coast Attacked: Tens of thousands dead, evacuate to an area believed to be safe.

The cable connection then broke down. I looked to my parents, who's eyes were once again facing the sky, and then to the sky myself only to see more of what I then knew to be missiles.

"We need a plan," I barely choked out.

The End

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