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New York City, 1991
It was a day they thought they'd never see: The fall of the Soviet Union. It took 46 years but at last, Communism as the world knew it was officially dead. Why then, was a Russian Military plane flying over Times Square. Lisa remembered her father tell her stories about the Great Crusade, also known as World War II. In that war, the US and Russia were allies but they never really trusted each other. After the war was over, they went their separate ways: Russia spread communism to places like Vietnam and North Korea. The US fought Russia's ideals in both places.
With the collapse of the Soviet Union, the world would be a safer place, right? “Is that...no!” I turned to see a police officer looking up in horror.
“It's the end of the the world!” my mother exclaimed as she picked me up and ran down the street. I looked back at the slow moving plane as something fell from inside it. I didn't know what it was but the sight of it made everyone turn and run as fast as they could. My mother made it to Central Park before collapsing in exhaustion.
Upon arriving we heard the sound of something hitting the city. Everyone who made it this far looked up in time to see two jet planes shoot down the Russian Bomber before it could do any more harm to the city. A few days later, we learned the Soviet Union's final order before its collapse was for the bombers that had been secretly flying over the US to drop their bombs on major US cities.
New York, Washington and Los Angeles were the only cities that had bombs dropped onto them. Of the three, the one dropped on Washington was shot out of the sky before it could do any damage. The one dropped on Los Angeles took out half the city; And the one dropped on New York failed to explode. The military refused to move it for fear that it would explode while trying to move it so it was decided they would just seal off the area around the bomb. In time, the sleeping bomb was all but forgotten by all.
New York City, 2009
I was five years old when that happened. It's been 18 years since that day and so much has changed in our world. Even though terrorists brought down the World Trade Center, those of us who were there would never forget the real threat to our city. Not a day went by in which anyone didn't wonder if today would be the day the bomb exploded. My mom moved us across the Hudson to New Jersey. At least this way, we would be able to get away if the Bomb exploded in our lifetimes.
As for me, I knew that life would have to go on even when death could come at a moment's notice. I grew up, went to college and now I was pregnant. My boyfriend is in the Coast Guard and he was there when that commercial plane landed in the Hudson. That was when the people of New York started to believe in miracles again.
I sat in a park overlooking New York City, watching everyone go about their business. According to my doctor, I should have had this baby over a week ago. If I didn't go into labor in the next few days they were going to have to induce me. I wasn't in a hurry for the baby to come and I wasn't anxious about it, either.
What helped me make it this far was comparing my pregnancy to that bomb that still sat in Times Square. When I found out I was pregnant, it made be and my boyfriend happy. As the weeks passed, my growing belly helped count down the days until our child would be born. With that bomb, there was no way to tell when it would go off. All that was known was we would all know when it finally did. A strange logic but I decided to let my baby decide when it would be born.
Had I known the explosion 18 years overdue would be coming today, I probably would have been induced a week ago like my doctor suggested. The Army decided to try moving the bomb but it seems the one thing they never expected happened: it exploded. I could only watch helplessly as a cloud of smoke in the shape of a mushroom rose above the skyscrapers. I was far enough to not have to worry about being caught in the explosion but not far enough to not worry about the spread of radiation and flying debris.
“No...it's probably better you can't see this.” I whispered as I held my belly. I could feel tears beginning to fall down my face. I could feel the heat from the explosion and watched as the Hudson began to bubble. I thought about trying to get away but at this point, it would do nothing. I was already infected with radiation. The burning air made it hard to breathe and when I inhaled it felt as if my lungs were on fire. I looked around and saw several people dropping like flies.
“Lisa...not you too...” I turned to see my boyfriend struggling to walk over to me. He was in uniform so he must have come here from New York. The effort too much, he collapsed in my lap. “We're all finished...aren't we...?”
“At least we'll die together...” I replied as things began to go dark. As what remained of New York burned, my boyfriend and I closed our eyes for the last time. The last thought that passed through my mind was knowing our baby would never see the light of day. With New York about to face a Nuclear Winter, it was probably better that way.
It was a day they thought they'd never see: The fall of the Soviet Union. It took 46 years but at last, Communism as the world knew it was officially dead. Why then, was a Russian Military plane flying over Times Square. Lisa remembered her father tell her stories about the Great Crusade, also known as World War II. In that war, the US and Russia were allies but they never really trusted each other. After the war was over, they went their separate ways: Russia spread communism to places like Vietnam and North Korea. The US fought Russia's ideals in both places.
With the collapse of the Soviet Union, the world would be a safer place, right? “Is that...no!” I turned to see a police officer looking up in horror.
“It's the end of the the world!” my mother exclaimed as she picked me up and ran down the street. I looked back at the slow moving plane as something fell from inside it. I didn't know what it was but the sight of it made everyone turn and run as fast as they could. My mother made it to Central Park before collapsing in exhaustion.
Upon arriving we heard the sound of something hitting the city. Everyone who made it this far looked up in time to see two jet planes shoot down the Russian Bomber before it could do any more harm to the city. A few days later, we learned the Soviet Union's final order before its collapse was for the bombers that had been secretly flying over the US to drop their bombs on major US cities.
New York, Washington and Los Angeles were the only cities that had bombs dropped onto them. Of the three, the one dropped on Washington was shot out of the sky before it could do any damage. The one dropped on Los Angeles took out half the city; And the one dropped on New York failed to explode. The military refused to move it for fear that it would explode while trying to move it so it was decided they would just seal off the area around the bomb. In time, the sleeping bomb was all but forgotten by all.
New York City, 2009
I was five years old when that happened. It's been 18 years since that day and so much has changed in our world. Even though terrorists brought down the World Trade Center, those of us who were there would never forget the real threat to our city. Not a day went by in which anyone didn't wonder if today would be the day the bomb exploded. My mom moved us across the Hudson to New Jersey. At least this way, we would be able to get away if the Bomb exploded in our lifetimes.
As for me, I knew that life would have to go on even when death could come at a moment's notice. I grew up, went to college and now I was pregnant. My boyfriend is in the Coast Guard and he was there when that commercial plane landed in the Hudson. That was when the people of New York started to believe in miracles again.
I sat in a park overlooking New York City, watching everyone go about their business. According to my doctor, I should have had this baby over a week ago. If I didn't go into labor in the next few days they were going to have to induce me. I wasn't in a hurry for the baby to come and I wasn't anxious about it, either.
What helped me make it this far was comparing my pregnancy to that bomb that still sat in Times Square. When I found out I was pregnant, it made be and my boyfriend happy. As the weeks passed, my growing belly helped count down the days until our child would be born. With that bomb, there was no way to tell when it would go off. All that was known was we would all know when it finally did. A strange logic but I decided to let my baby decide when it would be born.
Had I known the explosion 18 years overdue would be coming today, I probably would have been induced a week ago like my doctor suggested. The Army decided to try moving the bomb but it seems the one thing they never expected happened: it exploded. I could only watch helplessly as a cloud of smoke in the shape of a mushroom rose above the skyscrapers. I was far enough to not have to worry about being caught in the explosion but not far enough to not worry about the spread of radiation and flying debris.
“No...it's probably better you can't see this.” I whispered as I held my belly. I could feel tears beginning to fall down my face. I could feel the heat from the explosion and watched as the Hudson began to bubble. I thought about trying to get away but at this point, it would do nothing. I was already infected with radiation. The burning air made it hard to breathe and when I inhaled it felt as if my lungs were on fire. I looked around and saw several people dropping like flies.
“Lisa...not you too...” I turned to see my boyfriend struggling to walk over to me. He was in uniform so he must have come here from New York. The effort too much, he collapsed in my lap. “We're all finished...aren't we...?”
“At least we'll die together...” I replied as things began to go dark. As what remained of New York burned, my boyfriend and I closed our eyes for the last time. The last thought that passed through my mind was knowing our baby would never see the light of day. With New York about to face a Nuclear Winter, it was probably better that way.
Expecting Life, Facing Death
by Brendan2k5
Rated: T
Summary: Based on a picture done by EyeDi [link] of Deviant Art. The exploding of a nuclear bomb had been the sum of all fears worldwide during the Cold War. What would happen if a nuclear warhead dropped on a US City lay dormant until one day, it finally goes off? Nuclear Winter.
A/N: And here we have our story. Eye Di gave me the green light to write this and here it is. I got the idea to use an American city because traditionally, it's believed that if there was going to be a Nuclear Holocaust, it would be an American city that would be wiped off the map. My apologies to those from the city in question as to me, it's the logical choice if you wanted to nuke a US city. What happened after 9/11 is proof of that >.>;
You can view the original picture here: [link]
by Brendan2k5
Rated: T
Summary: Based on a picture done by EyeDi [link] of Deviant Art. The exploding of a nuclear bomb had been the sum of all fears worldwide during the Cold War. What would happen if a nuclear warhead dropped on a US City lay dormant until one day, it finally goes off? Nuclear Winter.
A/N: And here we have our story. Eye Di gave me the green light to write this and here it is. I got the idea to use an American city because traditionally, it's believed that if there was going to be a Nuclear Holocaust, it would be an American city that would be wiped off the map. My apologies to those from the city in question as to me, it's the logical choice if you wanted to nuke a US city. What happened after 9/11 is proof of that >.>;
You can view the original picture here: [link]
© 2009 - 2024 Brendan2k5
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...Holy!
That's incredible! No sequel needed but if you were to write one, it would be awesome. What if the baby somehow survived that? It would probably be born with radiation sickness but not the fatal amount that killed its mother. In the grand scheme of things it's probably better the baby isn't born into a Nuclear Winter.
That's incredible! No sequel needed but if you were to write one, it would be awesome. What if the baby somehow survived that? It would probably be born with radiation sickness but not the fatal amount that killed its mother. In the grand scheme of things it's probably better the baby isn't born into a Nuclear Winter.