I live in Canada, So I got this idea when one of my friends had a moment and couldn't say the word "Canada". He said Canadia, and That is how this Idea bloomed! This is the prologue of the book i will be writing soon, and this is just a rough copy...
Canada gets hit with nuclear bombs from an unknown source and Havoc reigns. Millions of people were murdered in less than a second, they didn't even know they were dying.
Where human life is still sustainable in the scattered country called "Canadia", food and clean water are scarce; hope is dimming and life as we knew it is fading. Plants have withered and faded sickly green colors, hardly any new plants springing up. The sky is constantly overcast with lumpy grey clouds, and when it rains, it’s all acid. Animals are no longer quite as we remember them; they are sicker, weaker, and smaller. Some animals have mutated, such as frogs. They now have three eyes and red horns sprouting from their foreheads. Perhaps sitting in contaminated water all day was enough to make to horrific change. People live in areas called "zones".
The first zone has the smallest population and is located on Prince Edward Island, but what is now referred to as Zone Charlotte, named after the place where most people live on the island, Charlottetown. Here they survive by growing potatoes and fishing. The Confederation Bridge was destroyed in the blast, so there is little or no communication from outside the zone.
The second zone includes the lands previously called, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and lower Quebec. It is now known as Zone Lawrence, after the Saint Lawrence River. Most people stay near to the coast, since they need the fish to survive. Transportation is easier since the river can be used to travel back and forth.
The area surrounding Toronto and Ottawa is still the capitol of the country, Canadia, but goes by a new name: Zone Parliament. All of the well-to-do people live here, barely having to work for survival. Technology is advanced here; leading scientists have created water and air filtration systems and have upgraded existing technologies to create electricity. An alternative farming method has been devised, and once a month, they send food to all the nearby zones.
The other half of Ontario has also adopted the alternative farming. Their soil is weaker, being affected by the Canadian Shield, now called the Rock Ring. This zone is named Zone Great Lakes.
High in the nearly unbearable colds of British Columbia lays Zone Nelson, after Fort Nelson. It stretches from just inside the Albertan border to the Ocean on the other side, but isn’t very thick. The people here hunt and scavenge to keep themselves alive. Rumors have said that food is running out in Zone Nelson, and people want to move into a different zone, abandoning Zone Nelson for forever.
Zone Skeena is just below Zone Nelson, following the edge of the ocean for miles until you reach deserted ocean village of Bella Coola. They raise horses in the northern parts of Zone Skeena, Horses that carry messages and communications all over through the Zones west of the Rockies, Mimicking the Pony trail Express from hundreds of years ago. Food is foraged or grown; the soil was less affected here for some reason, but affected enough to stunt plant growth.
The boundaries of the Zone Fraser are from the edge of the Rockies to the Fraser River, no higher than Prince George, but going all the way down to Hope. This Zone has an abundance of natural materials, from mines, to forestry, to fishing, and natural power sources. Water wells have been fixed to different places along the river, but all of the previous dams were destroyed. In the summer, fires can easily start with a bolt of lightning or a misplaced spark. All of the people in the Zone have been trained what to do in a fire.
Zone Vancouver is one of the smaller zones, but it has the largest population, meaning more people, and less food. All forms of government have been destroyed in this zone. Mayhem and chaos reign free. If you live in this zone, you learn to be tough at a very young age, forced to fight to stay alive. Staying on the streets is the quickest way to die. Some people have set off on the journey to safety, stealing a boat or crafting a crude makeshift raft to attempt the journey to the abandoned Vancouver Island, or leaving the zone, escaping to Zone Fraser.
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