((This post is awesome when listening to 'Ohne Dich' by Rammstein. It fits perfectly because it means 'Without You'.))

Sichuan, China, August 19, 2016

"今天，我们打破免费从我们的西部债券!" The propoganda yelled, as the car drove through the streets. The Red Army was mobilizing, and it would not be ignored. Not now. North Korea had attacked America; why couldn't they? America was a bunch of pigs and they needed to die. "今天，我们将生活的自由，和那些猪尝试支配我们应属于!" It yelled next as the car stopped in front of a building. The man stepped out casually, trying not to look suspicous. Within five seconds of getting out, he was thrown on the ground at gunpoint, two Ak-08's pointed at the back of the man's head. "美国应下降，中国应雨最高！西部地区应属于！西部地区应属于!" The cry echoed throughout China as three nuclear warheads shot out of the silos. Cries of "西部地区应属于！西部地区应属于!" and victory were fresh and sweet on their tongues and lips as the missiles reached their peak and turned towards the Americas. The two soldiers shot him in the back twice and ran off.

John was in a meeting with his boss and coworkers, talking about rising gas prices. He was a politican for the oil companies, the biggest one since Blake's. "How much oil do you think Canada has?" one of the coworkers asked, curious to know how much was being held back. They were in Washington D.C, the capital of America. John sighed and turned to look out the window, to see the most horrific thing ever; something in the sky hurtling towards them. "Oh, shit!" was all he could get out before the missile hit in front of the White House, exploding and incinerating the white building and the anti-nuclear weapons that were about to be set up. The sonic wave shot out, destroying the bottom three stories of his building, causing it to collapse, John getting impaled by a steel beam. The city of Washington D.C disappeared off the face off the earth.

Robert sipped his beer, watching T.V. His kids were upstairs, his wife cooking in the kitchen. He loved his family, and would die to keep them alive. They lived in downtown New York, where most of the people he knew were. This was their first week living here, having just moved in from Kansas City, Missouri. They didn't expect to be working for at least another two weeks, their advertisements in the paper, looking for work. He heard something outside and went to check what it was; probably some neighborhood kids. But when he opened the door, what he saw made him regret ever coming; a nuclear warhead was laying in his front yard, but it hadn't detonated. He sighed a breath of relief that it wasn't going to blow up soon and looked around, noticing people opening their doors to see it. His pants felt wet, he just realised as he walked down towards the missile. He reached his hand out, about to touch it whenever someone yelled "Don't touch it!" Too late; when he felt the cold metal on his palm, he went hurtling back towards his house, his skin already melted off as the nuke exploded. The newly built Twin Towers, standing proud above the city, collapsed in a heartbeat, crushing hundreds of homes and thousands of lives as the city crumbled down on itself. The Statue of Liberty fell forward, shattering when it was hit.

Lacy walked through the streets of Chicago, shopping. She had her purse over her shoulder and her shopping bags in her hands. She was heading towards her apartment, towards her boyfriend. How she loved him; she doubted she would ever love another as much as him. She was coming home from work early, to surprise him. She walked up the stairs, opening the door and hearing a soft moaning noise. Lacy instantly dropped her bags, the glass shattering; the noise stopped. Fred walked out, looking confused. "What?" he looked down at the broken goods. "Here, let me help," he said, going to get a broom. Lacy looked horrified and relieved at the same time; he had all his clothes on, but she was sure she had heard... She walked into the living room, seeing what it was he was watching on the television; or tried to. When she took a step into it, her house crumbled down on top of her and her boyfriend, the wood catching on fire instantly, their skin and bones melting just as fast. The city of Chicago was no more.

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