Post-Apocalyptic Story 1, Part 1

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Sirens sounding all over the city were my first clue to yet another incident. I looked outside the window in my apartment and saw balls of fire raining down. They weren’t the largest I had seen, and not coming down very fast either. If I had thought that they would only improve from here, I would be wrong. The fire was common nowadays. Even though it was normal, people still got hit by it. The population of Denver had halved with the first earthquakes, cut again by the numerous volcanoes, and mostly wiped out with the meteor.
I ended up as one of the lucky ones, along with about three thousand others. We were Denver now. Situations like ours were happening all over the world. Beijing had fifty thousand people; Rome had five hundred. Most of the people in rural areas were moving in to cities because no supplies were coming to the sticks. Most of Colorado had migrated into this city.
I didn’t usually bother remembering back that far, for much had changed in two years. I was sure much more would change, too. Nobody knew why these events had happened. What was left of the Christian extremists said that humanity had done something utterly vile to displease the Lord. I looked down upon that because many of their own number had been killed by the natural disasters.
The window in my room shattered suddenly, a vicious gust of wind pushing in, then pulling out. Like a massive hand, the wind grabbed my television and my emergency radio and pulled them up and into the sky. I didn’t bother looking; I would have taken a fireball to the face. I was stunned for a few moments because my main means of survival had just been taken. At least that wind hadn’t grabbed my—
Another “hand” of wind went through the same entryway and ripped my fridge from the wall. “Damn,” I remember myself saying rather loudly. I was the only person in this apartment complex, anyway, and was lucky that I even had electricity. With this thought, the power shut down. I said something a little bit nastier this time. The room got even darker as cloud cover increased, but at least the fire stopped coming down. The sirens didn’t stop, though. In the sudden silence, I heard a scream. This was new. And it wasn’t good.