(I tried my best since I know nothing about how nuclear bombs effects travel and being rushed lol.)
The day was windy. The sweet scent of milkweed poisoned the air as a camera shutter went off.
“You look so cute, sweetie!” A woman’s voice squealed as she hugged a small child. She wore a plain red dress that reached just below the knee. The small child wasn’t complacent with the woman, causing her to frown.
“Come on, Lazarus, sweetie, it's your special day!” The woman tried to soothe the unwilling boy. He turned away from the woman in red, the wind ruffling her dress. “Please, Laz!”
“No!” The boy refused her pleas.
The woman kneeled next to the boy, holding his arm. “Laz!” The boy turned to look at the woman, her eyes scratched out. “Laz! Help me.” She mumbled. The boy was terrified beyond his mind. “Laz!” The woman shouted, shaking the small boy. “LAZ!”
Laz opened his eyes, gasping for a breath, which he could not find. His father and Pepper stood over the boy in distraught. His ears rung from the desperation of the dream. His father’s face was indescribable emotion, and Pepper a ghostly white, her little thin hands shaking. Laz didn’t understand why they woke him from his slumber. Looking over, his alarm clock was no longer blinking or counting the numerals of time. “What’s going on?” This a strange, even for a Friday night. His father and Pepper glanced at each other, an exchange was briefly given between them before they hit him wither the hard news. “The United States has been nuked.”
Laz nearly threw up. And before he knew it, he was dragged out of bed and carried into Pepper’s car. Big snowflakes fell upon his nose as he clung to the only thing he held dear. His baby blanket. Laz shook the snow off his head, his father throwing him in the back seat. As far as Laz could comprehend, Pepper was going to bring them to safety out of state. Then she was going to abandon the two to go do her job. A job that could kill her. “Why are we going closer to the West Coast? Won’t the effects get worse and worse?” He croaked, only to be shushed by his father. This all had to be a nightmare… right? A big old nightmare. And he could scream, and his mother would come to comfort him, and everything in the world would be alright. It was a perfect fantasy— but not a reality.