Cloud of Death
he mushroom cloud wiped everyone and everything out...and the Lone Star
State now consisted of rats... vermin, scum. They chewed the meat off of the
burnt humans bones and grew bigger and fatter by the day, mulitplying as they
grew.
The heat was all consuming here. The remnants of a red cloud of death still hung in the air as did the stench of millions of dead bodies strewn about, but the food was becoming quickly scarce as the rats chewed on every last shred of human flesh.
Andrew staggered out of the storm shelter and covered his eyes from the blinding light. Three months he had been here, waiting for the radiation to dissipate and praying that there would be others. As he walked toward the oil well he heard the scurrying and looked down squinting. He felt them, the rats, as they climbed his legs, chewing on his frayed blue jeans. There were hundreds of them surrounding him, the first fresh meal they had had in months. As he screamed and tried to escape the vermin, they bit into his soft flesh.
"God help me," He thought to himself, "Please...you have allowed me to live this long, only to die at the mouths of vermin...why?"
And as the rats finished chewing at the sweet flesh, another litter of baby rats was born.....
