Jamie Broadhurst
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Heart shaped locket
Apparently, nights never used to be filled with screams, they would be filled with the hum of vehicles moving about going from a to b. The world my grandparents described to be when I was a boy, mimicked fairy tales of the old world, flying metal birds that could take you just about anywhere in the world. It was a time when it was safe to leave your home without fear of not making it back, this was all before it fell. Some kind of meteor hit the earth somewhere near Russia and the devastation was immediate. After the dust had settled the world became aware that it was more than just a part of the world gone that they had to come to grips with. Immigrants from the chunk of Space rock started stuttering about from any bit of debris left by its collision. It was a mere day before the bombs fell from all over the world and little did they know at the time, it would be the beginning of the end of the human race.
By Jamie Broadhurst 3 years ago in Fiction