What The Meteor Left Behind... (ON HOLD)

What The Meteor Left Behind...1

I went to bed after the anouncement of a meteor coming into contact with the Earth.  More importantly, it was supposed to hit New England.  Where I live.

But, knowing the weathermen, they screwed up and forgot to carry a decimal!  So I had no worries as my eyes fluttered to a close.

***

(Next Morning)

I woke up to my room on fire.  It was burning around me, and I'm suprised no body came to wake me up.  But, the next instantaneous thought that flashed through my mind was, where was everyone?

I jumped out of bed, throwing the covers down onto the burning floor, before running to the door.  The handle was probably extremely hot, so I used my robe hanging on the back of the door to throw it open, before inhaling more thick smoke.

"Mom?!  Dad?!  Kayleigh?!  Tristan?!"  I yelled from my doorway, unable to venture out into the hall on the accout of the fire blocking my path.

A loud crash answered my call, but I realized little to late that it was the roof of the living room crumbling down, all at once.

Shit.

I needed to leave, before I was burned alive, choked from the smoke, or squished alive.

I started to crawl, blindly towards my window.  I pulled open the bench where you can sit and look out at the town, but what lay before me was fires and ash, thick clouds blocking out the sun, which made it look as dark as night.

I heaved the bench up, scrambling to grasp my money jar.  It carried hundreds of dollars, which thankfully was not smashed.

I stood up to unlatch the window, and as I do so, all of the smoke starts to venture out of my room, giving me some air to replenish my burning lungs.

I straddled the ledge, holding tightly onto my jar that was now safely inside my backpack, before jumping into my bushes that was slightly smoldering.

Did the meteor do this?  I asked myself, and never gave it a second thought as I sprinted to the street, looking around for any signs of life.  Nothing stirred, besides the hungry flames and the ash falling softly like snow.

Snow.  My mind couldn't wrap around the idea of all fire, an inferno, in the middle of the fall.

But then again, this was a meteor.  Why didn't we have more warning?  Why couldn't I atleast worry instead of brushing it off like it was nothing?

But by the time I could figure out these questions, I slipped on a puddle, causing my palms to get cut up by small, jagged rocks littering the street.

That's not normal rocks.

I barely had time to register the pains in my now stinging and bleeding hands, before the ground started to shake and some of the houses start to collapse.

Run.  My muscles screamed the command, but my wobbily legs couldn't take me any faster or farther than a stagger, before the next ripple erupted.

I took a deep breath, and in the next second, all my remaining energy was used up in a far and fast sprint.  All the while I ran blindly, until I forgot too soon that I was headed for the woods.

***

The woods were burning, with ash and the destruction of more life thicker and more current than back in town, but that didn't stop me from narrowly escaping the falling trees.

I started coughing, and dry heaving before I managed to catch my breath and continue on going towards the creek.  Atleast there, I could drink and slow down, maybe even go for a swim.  Nothing in my bag is worth anything, since the money is in a glass jar with a cork top tightly placed on the opening.  Maybe my cell phone, but what use is it when no one is alive to take your call?

I started to cry, blindly pushing through the singed brush until I heard the faint trickling and rushing of water.

Finally.  I cried even more when I saw that the fire on the otherside of the creek was much more alive and much more dangerous than this side of the woods, which is weird on account that this side is closer to town and all.

I ran into the river, splashing cold water onto my sweaty, soot marked face.  I drank greedily, and decided to float down the current, since it was waist high water and I was drained of energy.

I let my eyes drift close as water soaked my clothes, made my bag heavier, and wet my dirty hair that was already in a pony tail.

I just didn't know I would be asleep that long, where it took me into another state.  Pennsylvania.