I guess, I’ll start at the beginning.  If I can remember, you see I’m am currently in a nuclear fallout shelter.   Now let’s see,  ah yes,  it was about two months ago.   Hah,  it is amazing  what can change in two months.  It was  the beginning of February,  a nice enough day.  It was raining, but that’s to be expected because I live on the western coast of Canada.  Delta to be precise.  So anyway,  the big hubbub at school  was about how Bill Clinton had bombed  Iraq.   No doubt, Saddam was mad.  It had seemed that Mr. Clinton had been trying to take minds off his interrogation.   In the long run, it worked.
 

 Eventually we.... I found out that Saddam wasn’t  just mad,  he was  insane with rage.  He had his nuclear plants  working twice as fast.   Then he had to deal with some native bomber.   They caught him,  he turned out to be a genius.  He told them how to build  the ultimate weapon. Just so he could get away.  That one kid  brought upon the destruction.   A week-and-a-half later Iraq unleashed the weapon onto New York City.  We felt the blast  up in B.C.,  just to give you an idea of the power of this bomb.  It was called “The Liquefier”.  It exploded in   a circular direction, any flesh it hits, liquefies.  Not metal or wood, flesh.   It had  a ten mile diameter, in the beginning.  It soon  got up to  fifteen  miles.  Radius.   Alas,  I also helped to bring the second half of the destruction.  All I did was point something out to some scientist.  I can’t even  remember what I said.   So anyway,  my “suggestion”  reached Clinton's ears somehow, and  nine days later came the prototype of the “Absolute Zero” gas.  Imagine  a temperature cold enough  to  liquefy helium (-273 degrees C)  Now imagine a container  which contains a gas even colder.  The gas had a deadly diameter  of  twenty-five miles.  America launched  two of those to Iraq.  One hit  Iraq,  but one missed and exploded in mid air.   The end result  injured and killed tons of  Germans.   The Germans got  real pissed off.
 

 Another week later the Germans invaded,  the U.S.A.  with big hulking.... things.  They were like  robots, except they carried one of two people inside to control them.  They were partially designed by a German girl name Katrina. Not a very German name. Anyway, they killed  alot  of Americans.  Meanwhile, we  Canadians  were preparing to defend ourselves.  No  apocalyptic  weapons.  No gigantic  body suits.  Just guys with tanks and  jets.   Still,  most  people weren’t  really  ready.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Some ***hole  messed with  the satellites.  They got directed  to Canada.   We got hit  by Americans,  Iraqians, and Germans.  There was at least one liquefier, one absolute zero gas,  and a couple German nukes  per province.  Three-Fourths of my school got  hit by the liquefier.  I remember it perfectly,  the hazy  blue  fire came about a foot from my face.  I was the closest survivor to it.  I was at the head of the class, about a foot  from my shop teacher,  Mr.  Szlanski.  I was  the closest to him as  him  turned  into a colorful, gooey, puddle.  I shall never forget that memory.  As  long as I live I doubt  I am ever going to forget.

 There  were  about  seventy other kids on that day.   They were all dead  by morning.  The Germans got them.   Regular missiles.  The only survivors, that I know of were,  Me, my good friend Thomas,  and  Ashley (Whom I had a crush on)   A week later we came upon  a  light green mist.  It was freezing.  We must have been  about  twenty-nine miles from the  canister of the absolute zero.  It  wasn’t  too cold, but it  was enough.  Ashley died in my arms the next day.  This too I will remember.  The day I held the girl I loved in  my arms, dying.
 

 Thomas and I decided  to  walk in any direction.   We’ve just stopped  at this  emergency  nuclear fallout shelter for a rest.  I am going to continue writing in this journal for  other survivors to read and  therefore  understand this  situation.
 

 Today we came upon  another  person.  A German, named Katrina.  It is quite  a coincidence,  two aiders of this Armageddon  meeting in the middle.   She asked if she could  wander with us, and Thomas hurriedly  agreed.  He obviously likes her.
 

 I’ve been thinking,  seeing as the countries got the **** kicked out of them,  why do we hear the occasional whine of a bomb?  My theory is  that the launching mechanisms  are all out of whack.  I’ll bet that  no one could stop this even if they wanted to.  Ten to one Bill and  Saddam  are dead.
 

 Talk about coincidence,  we just met that kid from Iraq,  the bomber.  His name is Adil.  It’s been a month  since  we met Katrina.  I meant to write more, but I’ve been  busy with my own survival. We’re  in Saskatchewan now, I think.  I’m not too sure about  that.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 I’ve lost  track of time,  I think I’m  fourteen  now.  It is still  1999,  I know this at least.  Thomas and Katrina  a great couple,  but something feels wrong.  If Katrina is from Germany and  Adil is from Iraq,  what were they doing in Canada?  Oh well, I have a good enough time, but sometimes late at night, I just lie still and think about Ashley. Oh god I miss her.
 

 It’s funny ya’  know.  All around us, is death and potential  radioactive mist, yet  four teenagers  have survived.  I guess it’s not that funny.  I’m  sure there’s  more life out there.  There has to be.
 
 

 I was right!  There is more life out here,  we just came across four  tame, saddled horses. I think this is the end of my tale.  A short  one, but it needed to be told.  I shall leave this journal  on the steps  of  the ruined  buildings of parliament.  I’m  not a very religious man, but let me say this.  If you  should see fours  strangers on horseback, in the midst of this nuclear haze, don’t be scared.  It’s just us, the four horsemen of the apocalypse.