Civil War: A Short Story

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Manhattan, New York, a booming city of trade and wealth, but it wasn’t always that way. There was a plane hauling a hazardous toxin from Libya, a nation that has been fighting a civil war for 6 years, to Area 51. The toxin supposedly was to be studied and stored. Unfortunately, the plane destined for Area 51 crashed into the busy streets of Manhattan, therefore causing more than 90 people to be infected with the toxin. The 90 people started to infect others. News organizations scrambled their teams to report the incident, while a military task force was sent in to contain the infection and aid in evacuating everyone to nearby Brooklyn. Meanwhile, the government desperately tried to piece together how the plane crashed. After the evacuation, …show more content…

Gary and Ronald were doing a loot run on a row of apartments. Their priorities were to get of hold of food and water. Gary had just eaten an entire bag of green bean chips, but instead of quenching his hunger it made him want to vomit. The looters were almost about to go with backpacks full of provisions, but Gary spots a patrol out a …show more content…

Not a second later, loud crashes coming from the door are heard and the growl of a dog. Both of the looters see a massive hammer slice through the door. One forceful kick and the door slams into the shelf, knocking cleaning tools off it making it land on the couch. “Breach open the door!” One patrolman ordered.
“Impossible! How did they find us?” Gary exclaimed. “The door won’t last forever!” Ronald cried while pointing to the hammer. “Over there, a door to escape from!” Gary hissed. They dashed into a room that housed a old desk with a mess of papers on it , a overturned chair, and another door. Opening the door they rush into a waiting room, avoiding more overturned chairs and they begin to climb a stairway. They go all the to the top of the building. Gary’s stomach was aching from all the running. The looters try to find a ladder down to ground level but to no avail. Suddenly, five men and a dog burst out of the stairway weapons in hand. “Hands up!” yelled one of the patrol men,” You have nowhere to run!” Gary and Ronald had no other choice but to follow their orders. Gary’s and Ronald’s hands now up, the patrolmen began to question them.
“Why are you scoundrels even here?” the patrol man

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