No one knows who it was that launched first, or why; but it is suspected that terrorists were the cause. It all started June 8, 2045; ICBMs were launched from multiple countries; targeting major population centers around the world. Most of the people, which knew of these launches, thought that these missiles were nukes, and responded in kind. Before the ICBMs had even landed, the USA, and Russia, had fired their retaliatory nuclear missiles. However the ICBMs were not nukes. They were chemical weapons.
As most of the ICBMs came from third world and developing countries, that is where the nukes landed. Most of Africa, and large portions of Asia, were wiped off the map. And what was not utterly destroyed, was made uninhabitable from the clouds of radioactive dust, and irradiated water.
The chemical bombs wiped out the inhabitants of every major city, in the western hemisphere. Between the two attacks all governments, militaries, and global communications were wiped out. Those that survived the attacks and happened to be in areas not affected by the fallout were moved almost to the Stone Age in one foul swoop. Without running water, power, or food production, anarchy reigned.
My story starts here. I was a contractor before this all happened, working on a farmhouse, of a family friend, just outside of London, Ontario. I was working on the eaves of the house as the missiles dropped. I watched the warhead come rocketing down out of the sky. High above the city it burst into many smaller warheads; which spread out over the town. Then airbursting, over the buildings, raining down blue clouds of death.
Not knowing at the time what the cloud was, although I had a fairly good idea. I immediately tried calling my wife, but there was no answer. Scrambling off the scaffolding, I ran around the house towards my truck. Mrs. Sload, the aging owner of the house, was on the porch looking towards the city. I told her to get inside close, and lock the windows and doors, and that I would be back after I found my wife.
I slammed my truck into gear, and gunned it out the drive, and sped south towards London. There were quite a few cars pulled over with people on the phone, or looking at the city, and many more leaving as fast as possible. I headed strait for my place. London was chaos. People were running everywhere. As I drove by it looked like there was looting going on. I couldn't see any emergency services.
After turning one corner I had to slam on my breaks; not even two blocks ahead was one of the blue clouds slowly drifting towards me. I backtracked trying to find another route, but every time I got anywhere close to my house, there was a menacing cloud blocking my way. I was beginning to fear the worst. I tried calling my wife as I drove, but she was still not answering.
I was taking a wide detour in an attempt to skirt the cloud, and come in behind it. The cloud was about one kilometer south of me on my left, creeping ever closer. I could not believe how complete the anarchy was. Due to the people on the street I was forced to slow down, as I passed the local high school. I surveyed the school yard as I passed and could not believe my eyes. There was, who I assumed was a teacher, and another student beating, No Raping, a girl on the gravel baseball field.
I tried to put it out of my mind and keep driving; I needed to find my wife, but something made me take another look. When I looked back, I could see the girl's forlorn face. It was my cousin Mel. She lived with my Aunt a few blocks away. She had been over to my house for diner a few days earlier. I recalled her talking about a perverted teacher always trying to look down her shirt.
I immediately slammed on the breaks, grabbed the sledge hammer from the back of my truck and rushed to save her. Mel was prone, on her back. The student was holding her down, and he had his back to me. The teacher was between her struggling legs, penetrating deeply, ignoring her screams begging them to stop.
I ran up to them, and with one powerful swing slammed the sledge into the teachers face. He fell backwards and was twitched a few times. Reversing the swing I pounded the student in the chest. He fell back, clutching his chest trying to draw a breath that would not come.
Before either of them knew that anyone was trying to save Mel, they were on the ground bludgeoned to death. Mel was in bad shape; she was bloodied and bruised, her clothes were tattered, and she was still screaming not realizing it was over.
I knelt down beside her, and gave her a hug. "Don't worry Mel, It's all over. I'll take care of you." She looked up at me, and then buried her face in my shoulder crying out her grief. After she had calmed down a bit I checked her over, to ensure that she was not seriously injured.
Her clothing was ruined. She might as well be naked; for all that her clothes covered her. Her shirt was ripped open, in the front exposing her bruised, yet pert, firm breasts. Her uniform kilt was ripped, and pushed up onto her flat stomach. They had torn off her underwear, leaving it as a rag on the ground. She had some scrapes and bruises on her long muscular legs. I rolled her onto her side. Her back was covered in abrasions from her struggles on the gravel, and her tight round ass fared little better.
When I rolled her over Mel curled into the fetal position, and I could see her violated pussy, bare of all hair. Despite the situation, my cock twitched. Even if my upper head did not register this nubile young body, my lower one did.
Seeing that Mel was not seriously injured, I took off my over shirt, wrapped it over her shoulders. I looked around. The cloud was closing fast. It was now only about 100 meters away. I picked Mel up and hurried back to my truck.
I drove off down a side street, to put some room between us and the cloud. The streets were now deserted. Once a reasonably safe distance away I started heading for my house again.
Mel was staring blankly out the window; squirming every once in a while trying to find a comfortable position on her scraped and bruised butt. As we were coming around behind the cloud there was a blue power covering everything. Then we saw the first of many bodies.
Mel must have seen the bodies as she started to cry. I reached over, and pulled her close. She put her head on my shoulder and sobbed. In addition to the dead bodies, there were cars wrecked everywhere; people trying to get away, when the cloud overtook them.
I feared the worst, when I finally turned onto my street, the blue powder was still everywhere. I pulled into my drive, and turned off the truck. Mel looked up and started to tremble when she saw where we were. I almost didn't want to go in. I told Mel, "Stay here, I'm going to go in and see if..." my voice cracked, "Honk the horn, if you see the cloud or if anyone comes close. Honk the horn three times in ten minutes if I'm not back."
With that I reached into the back seat and grabbed my respirator, and some gloves. Walked slowly up to front door, the lights were on. I opened the door, calling out as much as my respirator, would allow. There was no answer, and the blue dust still coated everything. It was stuck to both the walls and ceiling. I started searching the house, from the basement up.
As I was coming back up from the basement, the power went out. At the top of the basement stairs there was a closet where we kept our emergency kit. When I opened the closet door, I noticed one thing immediately; there was no blue powder in the closet. I grabbed the pack, pulled out a flash light, and kept looking.
The first floor, was also empty of anyone. I did however find our cat, dead on the living room floor. As soon as I was on the second floor, I went strait to my room. Lying on our bed was my wife; covered with the dust. I figure that she was having a nap and died in her sleep.
I just stood there looking at her. I didn't know what else to do. After another moment, I heard Mel honking the horn. I said my goodbyes to my wife, and pulled the sheet over her head.
I went over to the closet and pushed the sliding door open. Only the clothes near the opening between the sliding doors had any dust on them; I threw them onto the floor unceremoniously. I opened the emergency kit pack, and tossed in a set of clothing for myself. My wife and Mel were close to the same size, so I grabbed her a set as well.
Mel started honking the horn in earnest, so I quickly ran down the stairs and out the door. Nothing seemed amiss, Mel was getting scared when I did not come out right away. I signaled that I would be another minute, and went back to the kitchen. I emptied the pantry of all the canned goods then went back out to the truck.
As I got in I handed Mel the bag. "There are some of Tina's old clothes in there for you. She wont need them any more." I said as I started the truck, and pulled away. Mel inhaled sharply, clutching her hand to her mouth. I drove away heading back to Ms. Sload's house.
While I was trying to find a path out of the city that was not blocked by one of the clouds, crashes, or bodies, Mel climbed into the back seat, and changed out of her rags for some clothing. Just before she put on a sweater, with her arms above her head, she looked into the rearview mirror. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her breasts. I looked into her eyes. She hesitated another moment, before she pulled the sweater down over her wonderful globes. Mel stayed in the back, lying on the seat, so that she wouldn't have to see the aftermath.
After weaving through many side streets, late in the afternoon, we finally made it past the city limits. However the death did not stop there. The clouds had drifted into the surrounding area, and there were even more bodies, and wrecked cars outside of town.
While we were leaving the city, the wind had shifted. I could see the cloud moving to the east.
Weaving through the carnage we finally made it to Ms. Sload's house. However the cloud had come this far before the wind had shifted. I could see her on the porch sitting in her chair as we pulled into the drive. I parked at the side of the house. Once again I told Mel to stay in the truck, that I would only be a few minutes, and then I would be back for her.