11th Hour - Chapter 3

"How did you survive the bomb?" Matt said to one of the men in the orange jump suits. "We’re not for sure" the 3rd man in the orange suit said, he wore black rim glasses with no frame at the bottom of them. "It must have been the thick cement walls in the prison, we really don’t know, and it’s hard to find anyone intelligent since the explosion because most of New York City is being controlled by the prison bosses."

"WH….what, you mean the military isn’t doing anything? Haven’t they taking stuff back, I mean this can’t be happening" Matt stuttered out, scared to death. "Someone in the joint that I was bein’ held in had said that the white house has been demolished." The driver of the hummer said, he had a scratchy voice, and he was much older than the rest of the crew. "Let me introduce us, my name is Ethan Rhodes, the man driving the hummer is Floyd Smith, and the man on the gun is Saul Winton." The man in Glasses said. Saul never said much, probably because he’s from Mexico and speaks very little English.

Night had fallen upon them as they got to where the vegetation stopped and the destruction began. "Lets sleep here for tonight, and we’ll get to the city tomorrow" one of the men said. It was too dark to see who said it, but since the voice wasn’t scratchy and since Saul couldn’t speak English he had to guess it was Ethan. So Matt, Leona, Nathen, Ethan, Floyd, and Saul all went to sleep hoping they would all make it to the city tomorrow.

Not only did the prisoners escape but so did a lot of the crazy people that had been locked up for years, and these people wanted to get as far away as possible. This one strangely little man came walking up to there little camp. This man was still in his night dress; his slippers were tore and dirty from walking all the way from the city. He also had a knife. His man was very hungry and had not eaten since the explosion. The crazy finally came upon Matt’s little camp site with the prisoners, he leaned down to shove the knife into Floyd’s eye to kill him instantly, and then the crazy heard a sound, a little shuffle. Nathen had moved in his sleep from having a bad dream. The crazy thought he would be able to kill, and feed, a lot faster if his prey was smaller. So the man walked over to the boy and slowly pushed his mothers arm off him. Once he got the boy out he carefully walked him further into the desolate land. First the crazy made a fire out of what he could use. He picked up his dirty silver knife, walked over to the little boy, and for some reason he liked the look of fresh blood. The crazy slowly pushed the end of the knife into the Childs eye. In the middle of the crazy’s fun Nathen woke up. He screamed like no one had ever heard, the whole camp woke up, Leona scream "Where’s Nathen, MATT Where’s our son!" the prisoners already knew what had happened, they had seen it before. "Get in the Truck" Floyd said, Leona hesitated but didn’t want to get hurt so she slowly got into the truck with the criminals. When the men got over to the crazy’s spot, Nathen had been decapitated with the small butter knife, and the crazy was licking the blood off his neck. Saul grabbed the heavy machine gun on top of the hummer and opened fire on the man. Blood and small pieces of skull and bone few into the air and showed the hummer with red ooze. The first few bullets just tore wholes in the Crazies body, but after the first few, the rest just tore his body in have. There was no noise from the man, and even if he wanted to scream out he didn’t have enough time to react.

Everyone knew that Nathen was dead and that there was no need to pick up his body it would just attract attention. They turned the hummer around and headed back toward New York City. Leona and Matt both cried all the way to the city. Once they got to the city, Matt noticed that there weren’t too many people there, he thought this might be kind of nice, and that his place wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought, but right in the middle of his thought there was an explosion from under the hummer. The vehicle flipped over and around 36 people ran in and grabbed all of the people from the Vehicle. Matt was confused and disoriented, "dad, dad don’t let him take me" "Matt help, Matt their taking my dress off, MATT!" "Get the F*CK off me I’m one of you" he thought he had heard his son yelling his name; he also heard his wife and Floyd.

Matt woke up in a room with no windows, No other rooms, and No bathroom. He looked around and noticed that this place was very dirty, a cockroach was crawling up his leg, which he shook off, and the whole room smelled like urine. Then the creepiest thing about his room, he noticed that there was one door, and only one. This wasn’t the creepy thing, the creepy thing was that the door was chained and locked … from the inside. Matt jumped up and looked around, then heard a voice. "Hello, and Welcome to the City. "