World War III

This story is based on my opinion, of what's going around in the world currently that COULD cause WWIII

In the future, where the world seem glum. In Kansas, regardless of being in year 2020,
it's still barren as you can possibly find. So barren, so flat, even a tumbleweed won't dare
roll across the ground.

But there is life, 2 couples, a man with his girlfriend, soon to be wed. The man is currently going through mental problems. How he can't think straight and talks to himself. The girlfriend often send him outside, said "fresh air will do you good." Which is what the man does.

After what seems like an hour, the silent was interrupted. In the far distance of a town, an air raid blasted so loud, it sounds like several man screaming in one huge megaphone. The man looks toward the direction. Where the setting sun allows the town to brightly illuminate itself. Some tiny dots gets replaced with a mushroom cloud. Above those multiplying mushroom clouds is a thin horizontally streak of blackness. As they get closer, they became airplanes, bombers to be exact. One of them turned and showed a brightly colored design that's is clearly a Chinese's flag.

 The man opens the front door and simply said. "Sweetie, they finally did it."

The girl came out and look where the man was looking at. "My god, they have. I don't blame them, we do owe them 20 trillion. They wanted to be paid 7 years ago. We never paid a dime. They're seeking revenge."

The man looks at his girlfriend. "You know what this means right?"

The girl smiled and nodded. "I am aware that this is the end of us. Even tho I don't want it to be." The tear reflected the setting sun.

The man holds the girl in his arms. Within a flick, the man wipes the tear of the girl's delicate face gently. He leans toward for a kiss. The kiss was a deep kiss, that doesn't seem to end. They keep at it until they feel a flash of heat and instantly drowned in darkness. Leaving only the resident of their kiss, that's slowly fade away to nothing.

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A young soldier, a mere private that haven't killed a single soul since he enrolled. Looks around the barren field. He's hiding in the remains of the house those two young couples were in. The young soldier, unaware tossing his own brother's skull down a pit.

"Damn poor shame they died together." The Private First Class pats the Private's back as they watch the pile of bones and skulls.

"Yeah, for some reason this place looks so familiar." The Private stares at the skulls. The skulls seem to be trying to tell him something. The Private smiled to the Private First Class and walked toward the jeep. Got in and grab his rifle. He goes into war, unaware that his mind will snap once he realized he's going into a place where death is the only escape, holding his weapon. He is aware that he's holding a weapon that's destined to kill a human being.

Author's Note

If this gets good rating, I'll probably gonna change this to a book, expanding the young soldier's life.