His chest felt heavy when he woke up. He sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his chest slowly as to get his thoughts together. Mentally, he performed a checklist in his head of his kids and wife, the bills, his job. All were ok. Then he rubbed his temples, and his breath hitched. Slowly, he put his head between his knees and took long slow breathes.
His wife leaned across the bed and scratched his back. He told her he loved her and stood up and walked to take a shower. The dread continued throughout the morning as he worked at his office downtown. He kept the news playing in the background..he could listen to it and continue to work. It was soothing to him.
His computer lost connection to the internet, so he kept refreshing the page. The power went out and every electronic item sounded their last beep. “HEY!” he yelled and looked out of his office window. His phone went off with an emergency alert. All he read before running out the door was.. MISSILES FIRED ON THE EASTERN AND WESTERN SEABOA….
Did his wife see this? Where could they go? He ran as fast as he could then stopped. Mass chaos consumed the streets. Could he get home? Not by driving. He ran two blocks over and broke a window to the bike shop. He sure as hell would pedal home. The screaming and yelling at drivers was clouding his mind as he weaved in and out of traffic. He hoped his wife and children were somewhere safe, but where could that be? He turned the corner and a blast fro…
His chest felt heavy when he woke up. He sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his chest slowly as to get his thoughts together.
No no no.. not again.