Wasteland

Crash! Luke jumped in his seat. He was sitting on his couch watching his favorite show. He was just getting into the episode when something flew into his window.

Luke reluctantly got out of his seat and investigated the object. It had shattered his kitchen window. Glass was everywhere. He had always liked that window. He could see the entire city through it. Luke lived a little ways from the city on a hill, but it was nothing a bus ride couldn't handle.

When Luke looked back down, he noticed a small deep hole slightly smaller than his fist in his floor. It had to at least be a foot deep. When he managed to get it out,(with the help of kitchen tongs since it was loose inside) he examined it more carefully, it was a small rock the size of a golf ball. He brushed his hair out of his face. Luke tried to hold the rock in his hands, but when he tried to, searing hot pain flowed into his hands. He shouted and dropped it. It was hotter than burning hot lava. He looked back out the window and saw the sky changing to a violent shade of blood orange, but he didn't pay any mind to it. The color of the sky has been strange colors for the past week. The news had always said that it was simply the sun causing the sky to change colors. He had always assumed it was global warming or something, so he ignored it.

The TV suddenly changed channels to the news network. The anchors were frantic and running around, but one sat at the usual table and quickly spoke words that sent shivers down Luke's spine.

"This is a warning to everyone in the area: RUN AND HIDE IN YOUR CELLAR OR YOUR BASEMENT! IT'S DISASTROUS! IT'S COMING--- EVERYWHERE--- THE SKY--- SAVE YOURSEL----". The screen went black and all the lights went out. Crash!!

There was a giant explosion in the distance. Luke ducked and crawled to the shattered window. When he glanced out of it, a horrific scene played in front of his eyes. Hundreds of meteors the size of basketballs were raining from the sky. They covered the entire sky as far as the eye could see. They were falling at different speeds, some closer and farther away from the surface of the Earth. They were demolishing everything buildings, trees, and the ground.

Luke sat there paralyzed in fear, his mind went blank, but after a short instant of him being unable to do anything, his body moved on its own knowing what to do. He ran to his basement door, jumping down the last few stairs. Then he ran to the door on the far end of the room, down more stairs into a small bomb shelter. His house was an old house that was built during the Cold War when those types of houses were normal.

Luke had never really used the shelter, but he had filled it with a couple of water bottles and other things, just to be safe. Even though he had some things ready, it wasn't nearly enough to last more than a two weeks. He locked the door behind him and waited for what seemed like days. He once in awhile he felt tremors coming from above.

The worst part of it all, were the dreams.

Luke couldn't get the image of the meteors out of his head. He saw ruined buildings, trees, and people. There were people everywhere before they struck, so Luke could only imagine how they ended up. He would constantly wake up to the loud booms from above. He could only sleep when he passed out from sheer terror.

When the tremors finally stopped, five days later, Luke began planning his departure. There was a blanket and shoulder bag stored in the shelter along with a flashlight. He grabbed the bag and filled it with the last two remaining water bottles and other useful things he found. He walked to the door, but found himself unable to muster up the courage to open the door. What if once he got outside, he died from radioactivity? What if there was no one left? What if he was the last survivor? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind.

When Luke finally forced himself to open the door, dust and dirt flew into the room. He took one last look at the safety of the little shelter, and climbed the stairs. As soon as he opened the second door to his basement, he was almost trampled by debris. He had managed not to fall over, and to carefully climb over the garbage. What he saw made his heart sink.