N.W.O.

New World Order

1-1-2000, 12:03 PM

A loud wail echoed through the maternity ward of a small rural hospital in Luling, Texas. The proud parents of one of the first babies born in the new millennium looked on as the nurses cleaned the newborn infant.

"Congratulations!" the doctor told them, "It's a little girl."

And little she was. Weighing in at only six pounds and three ounces, Jaymee McNeal was incredibly tiny. But, she could scream to wake the dead. Something she did rather frequently.

Two days later, her parents brought her home from the hospital to a small, cozy two-bedroom house on the outskirts of town. However, that house would be only one of many things in her life that would change drastically over the next several years.

1-1-2018, 1:10 PM

Jaymee sat on her pallet in the small underground shelter west of Dallas, and began to think about her life. She felt disconnected from any sort of stability. Underneath her was cold, hard cement, and above her was a once proud city now in radioactive ruins.

"How much everything changed," she thought silently. "How, in one moment, a whole world can end itself with hardly a second thought."

Three years before, something had gone terribly wrong at a UN meeting of the Security Council, where the presidents of several nations, including the U.S., were discussing a Trade Embargo. A released Russian psych-patient had somehow gotten into the building and fired an automatic pistol several times towards the front of the room. The U.S. president was killed, along with the British and French ambassadors. It was a political nightmare. The vice-president, in what was possibly the stupidest international move in history, declared war on Russia.

The first part of the war lasted for three months, during which the Americans were joined by the French and the English, and the Russians by the Italians. It was becoming World War II all over again; however, most of the fighting was aerial combat. During the last part of the third month, the acting U.S. president decided to drop a small nuclear warhead on Moscow. On April 12th, it was deployed, and the city was totally destroyed. The only difference between that attack and the ones on Hiroshima and Nagasaki was that Japan was not a nuclear power. Russia was. They retaliated full force, officially ushering in World War III.

Jaymee had been fifteen at the time. She sat on the "bed" remembering what she had thought when she heard that there was no longer a Washington D.C. It had been frightening to hear that your country was now involved in a nuclear war with the second most powerful nation on the globe. Also, that your vice-president turned president had been forced to flee the White House because it had been targeted for a nuclear missile. It was almost overwhelming. Worse problems, however, were still to come.

Both ground troop and naval battles were increasing in number, and several other regular bombs had been dropped on smaller cities on both sides of the war. One year into the war, it happened. Someone in a missile silo got lazy, and did not detect a "smart bomb" coming into the area. One of the newest and deadliest technologies developed on either side, the smart bomb was virtually radar-resistant, and fast enough that, if it was detected, it could outrun any anti-missiles launched at it. At least long enough for it to reach its target. Smart bombs were also capable of delivering a payload twelve times of that dropped on Hiroshima. And one of them was headed for White Sands. The base suffered absolute destruction, and the radiation spread for a distance of one hundred miles.

The U.S. had their own smart bombs, however, as did allies on both sides. No one hesitated to use them. Within a period of four days, nine-tenths of the world was devastated; completely leveled and bathed in extremely hazardous radiation. Many of the people of the world were already hiding in community shelters that the government had begun building at the beginning of the war, in the event that the conflict turned nuclear. However, even with the shelters, over a third of the global population had been wiped out, including people in remote areas that didn't even know there was a war. The devastation was terrifying.

The people that had made it into shelters before bombs were dropped on or around their cities were now stuck below the violated earth. The only thing they had to look forward to was an indeterminate amount of time spent in waiting. Waiting for the day when the surface radiation would decrease enough for them to even venture back out onto the surface. However, even years after that, the Earth would still be unfit to support any kind of growth.

Jaymee looked up from staring at the floor when she heard her mother calling her to lunch. The girl laughed bitterly at how normal the very act of being called to eat was, when, in reality, nothing was normal anymore…nothing. Nor would it be for a long, long time…