[[So, I was just thinking and this popped into my head. I wrote about it, researched it and posted it here. Most likely, nothing will ever come of it but hey, it was fun to imagine. It strikes me as too close to Fallout to do much with it. Anywho....]]
-June 4th, 1992-
The announcements go out across all channels, warning of the imminent and unavoidable collision. There is panic and riots in the streets and families spend their final moments together. Some people on their knees, praying to their gods and some people raise their middle finger to the sky and curse theirs. Women and Children and Men cry together in small huddles. When it finally happens, everyone in the world looks up to the raging, burning sky.
The asteroid crashes into Central Asia and for a moment the world is still. Then it begins. The earth shakes and threatens to snap in two, rocks the size of Texas are blown up and into the stratosphere. Cities destroyed in a blink, two million lives ended simultaneously. The sky around the world turns black with ash, the world goes dark and the noise is deafening from several countries away.
The earthquakes that come from the epicenter of the crash rumble and rock, destroying more cities and breaking up continents into smaller islands. Tsunamis crash against shorelines around the world, burying all of the seaside human accomplishments beneath tempestuous waves. Volcanoes blow, magma burning and ash flying. Around the world, it rains stones for hours. Mother Nature weeps.
The final count after those long hours had passed revealed that almost sixty-eight percent of the world’s population had died. In the two weeks that followed, that number would become far worse, extrapolating to eight-six percent. Most of North America is gone, the east coast buried under the tumultuous waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The West Coast had been split from the country entirely into a single floating island which now floated freely. Most everything is covered in a layer of black ash and the temperature outside rarely goes above freezing. Canada is a wasteland, too frozen over to be habitable. Mexico had washed away in the first few minutes after impact. It’s still pitch-black twenty-four hours a day.
The center of North America still survives, barely. Here people make attempts to rebuild, banding to together to make cities and new lives. Some make an honest way and others choose to become new monsters in this hellhole, killing and pillaging whatever small towns they can find. Anyone who was lucky, died when the asteroid struck.