Silence. For that brief moment in time, the entire country was muffled into a deep, ominous silence. The vast clouds of debris swirled about in the air, tossed around like rag dolls in the violent, forceful gust.
When the speeding metal death-cage which had contained over five thousand tons of highly radioactive material finally collided with it's ground target, it caused an explosion the likes of which the world had never seen, and would never be able to see again. It was the size of eight Hiroshima's, and the bomb had enough chemical reactants to melt your brain to goo just by standing too close to it, even before it had gone off. The war had been waged and won in less than one minute.
The devastating nuclear blast that had gone off that infamous day was supposed to be a cause for celebration; a victorious event that marked the fall of a sinister, tyrannical apartheid and the beginning of a compassionate, socialist utopia. Alas, the rebels had overlooked one crucial hole in their ingenious plan. They were dealing with one of the most powerful governments in the entire world. Setting off a nuclear bomb in the capital wasn't just setting off a nuclear bomb in the capital. It was setting off a nuclear bomb in the capital, and setting off all the other nuclear bombs, missiles and defense mechanisms in the Pentagon and the other secret underground CIA military operations. They unintentionally set off bombs made out of chemicals that no one had even heard of before. Do you know what a Hildago-ZT Bomb is? That's what I thought. Even the White House had a secret sub-atomic core powering most of Virginia, why do you think it was the richest state in America before the war? No one had to pay for electricity! It was a complete and utter monopolistic dictatorship.
Now, Virginia is not the richest state in America. Every state is equal. The racist, fascist government was torn down, brick by brick and no longer stands, giving way to an unparalleled amount of civil rule. The water is free, products are free, everything is free and no one needs to work. Sounds like the utopia was finally created right? Wrong. The states are equal because all American currency was incinerated in the hellish fires. The cash that still exists is considered null and void, and is only used by heathens to get high off of the inky, chemical smoke. The government is in ashes and the rebels are too. I had made a mention before of full civil rule. I must correct myself, because it can only be civil 'rule' if there is order. It is pure, utter, anarchy. People kill children for food, and rape women in the barely intact streets. The only safe havens are the convents that weren't destroyed by the bombs. Priests and nuns take care of families still clinging on to some set of values and innocence in a world plagued with murderous, dishonorable sociopathic killers, loose women, an unhealthy and unsupervised amount of alcohol and a bounty of drug-dealers and two-bit crooks. It is in one of these convents, in the small dockside city of Anchorsburg, California, that the first real hope of genuine good begins to flicker and glow. Kurdt Ryans was born in one of these isolated religious homes, and taught the ways of God and family. When he turned twenty one he had the choice of leaving home and trying to make it in a world that would not accept his gracious manner, or staying in the convent and serving the lord as a priest or monk. The choice he made may have saved the entire country.
