Zone Girl in the Apocalyptic World Book One

New York, 2010. Stella Kincaid is a fourteen year old girl whose parents are dead due to the plague. When World War III happens, she is forced to wear battle armour to fight the United States Government whose corrupt behaviour threatens all of humanity.


3. A new home


​The houses were bleak.

I started to think that the nightmare of the war had drained us. Cara saw an old Pub. She watched for any signs of Carson, or the other rogues. "It's going to be alright", I told the frightened girl. Cara shook her head. "​I'm tired, and hungry, mom​". I wished I was her real mother; I, I wasn't going to think that I didn't see Cara's parents; I was only thinking about the here and now. And the other friends we had in the group were yawning. "Let's go forward". I saw trash all over the city. A religious man held up a large, battered, sign. It read: "​The Apocalypse is here...We shall all be sinners in God's city​". "Mom, what is the...", Cara said. "It means the end of the World, Cara", I told her. "Will we all die by tomorrow?", Cara asked me. "​No! Look, the front door is open​". The Pub looked deserted; the pub's sign was broken into pieces. "We have to see a place that can house us", James complained; I nodded. And we left in a hurry before we were going to freeze to death.


​It seems to me​ that the internal workings of New York was structured in such a way that the city was going to fail; it was something that fell upon me to think that the city's bright lights of the night time was a ruse to collect a price for all of the citizens' worth. In short, the price I paid was to be a burden on everyone. The lamps illuminated Times Square; the other lamps illuminated Central Park, as the idea of terror we all felt inside all of us was a symptom of the ill feelings that was part of the human psyche; we all needed to believe in the news that survival was a psychological trait that was something which turned out for the good...and not for the bad. World War III had begun because the President had decided to rant and rave about the deadly plague since the last election in 2008. But, two years' later, America was sick...and there wasn't a cure for the stomach pains we all suffered once the cable television and Internet feed was broadcast during Christmas time that year. 


"Mom, I'm sleepy", Cara said.

"We'll find a place, sweetie. Once everyone's asleep, we can look for another place tomorrow to stay". James shook his head; Trish and Rich saw a place where we could go. ​The Herder's Inn​. A doorman smiled at them. "We're open", he said. I was relieved. "We don't have much time before we need to go to the restroom". Cara gripped my right hand, then relaxed. "Come in! Rooms are ten dollars a night because of the war". I nodded. "I have some gloves to pay for the rooms". We started to think that America was cheap. And, as World War III continued to spring surprises at us, the thunder boomed loudly until the lights went out. Suddenly the back-up generator was in full swing. "Mom, I'm scared", Cara said. I held her in my arms. "​You'll be asleep soon sweetie; you'll be dreaming of a better life with me...and Rich, Trish, and James...​". Cara kissed me on my left cheek. I made sure we had paid for the evening...and we went to bed knowing that tomorrow was another day.


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