Australia’s gone. One second it was there, the next it wasn’t. A mega tsunami destroyed it in seconds, shattered the continent into millions of pieces, destroying any shred of life that inhabited the land. South America was the next to go, its large populace dead in minutes. It was only a matter of time before North America fell, I need to get my daughter to a safe place. We packed our bags and left as soon as we could. We were headed to the mountain range,
the higher, the safer. Right?
We hit the highway. It was empty, I’m guessing for the first time in many years. The farther down we went, the more traffic we started seeing, until we got to a checkpoint. It seems everybody had the same idea. It was bumper to bumper. We weren’t getting anywhere fast, and we don’t have time to lose. I got out and talked to someone in the car ahead of me.
“Hey, do you know how long we’re going to be here?” I asked him.
He was sitting in the driver seat, fiddling with a radio.
As I turned to go back to my car, the radio came on. I turned to listen.
“Asia and Africa have both falle-” The radio went off again.
Shit. I don’t have enough time to wait here at this stupid checkpoint. I ran back to my car and grabbed what I could carry. I pulled my daughter out of the front seat and ran to the checkpoint. They wouldn’t let me through, the mountain pass was off limits. No matter what I did I wasn’t getting through here.
I waited for the right moment when they were busy with something else, and I sprinted past the checkpoint. Shots were fired at me and a bullet punctured my arm. I kept running as fast as I could, carrying my daughter. I eventually got far enough and they gave up the chase. I knelt down and made a basic sling for my arm, and we kept moving.
It eventually got dark.
We wanted to stop but we had to keep going.
After a few hours of walking, my daughter and I were exhausted. We were so close to the top, we couldn’t stop now. We reached the top, fatigued and tired, and looked out into the horizon. The sun was blotted out by a massive wave.
Miro is a 15 year old worldschooler, and worn traveler, He learns through life and is a bold writer. Breaking toilets in Latin America since 2009.
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