The Hunt
I was three when the meteor hit. Small, but lucky. The earth shook beneath the world’s feet, and the fallout was terrible. We haven’t had a blue sky since that day. The fluffy white clouds were like a dream. The world was almost at war, the Nationalists (Naytos) and the World Socialist Organization (WSO, or Wizzos, as we call them now) were on the verge of World War 3. So self involved that when scientists tried to warn us, their voices garbled, and were lost in the conflict. Some world leaders used it as a tool, holding opposing voices hostage like a badly planned game.
