“What’s going on!?” says Livia as she breaths heavily. The other guy Romeo, was the first one up and yet I seem to be the only one trying to look for answers instead of asking questions that, maybe just in my eyes seem to be idiotic. My name is Aiden, we woke up in an abandon building with nothing really in it. A couple of wooden chairs and old glass tables. Most of the stuff is trashed anyway so I can’t tell what’s what. The only other thing that’s worth mentioning is three dead cows that seem to have been slaughtered maybe a day ago. Flies and magnets have already made it their feeding place. The blood is scattered on the chairs, most of it is all on the floor. We decide to not go in that room. The only possessions we have it seems is our I.D and phones. “Hey do you guys know what’s going on?” Livia says. “No but I can bet whoever did this is going to have a serious problem.” Obviously he hasn’t looked out the huge freaking window in front of him. “We’re in Chernobyl,” I explained. “I don’t know how we got here but we aren’t the only ones.” Obviously by the looks on their dumbfounded faces they’re more confused than actual scared. “It’s an unlivable city in Ukraine. Which is why I can’t fathom how we got here.” Going outside isn’t an option considering everyone out there seems to be established on the ground and pretty much dead. Livia screams “We have to get out of here like now!” I wanted to explain in depth on how irrelevant her statement was. Just to teach her a thing or two because being in the room with her for however long it has been, seems like hours, I’ve notice she’s just a stupid twenty-two year old that envies every Twitter or Instagram profile that has over a million followers, typical. Only in the 21st century will you find a person looking at a social network on their phone instead of figuring out more important things. Romeo over here has surprisingly tried to put in a few words for himself to Livia. Normal twenty-three year old surfer dude that loves women and think waves are totally awesome. There’s a long pillar in the middle of the three buildings including ours. Must be recently made because it had a fine screen at the top. Three different ones pointing at each building. The screens turned on with a background of the American flag without any stars. A man appeared with a traditional Noh Japanese mask, Kyogen Ko-tengen red, to be exact. He spoke with a deep but rather speedy voice “Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant, vanished.” This guy is nuts. “As of now knowingly is nine o’clock, I shall be nothing short of noble and naturally give you nine hours to notify any names and non-gods you think can save you. Outside is a nuclear nuisance.” Then he laughs “good luck.” The screen goes off.