The sky turned on her.
At first she thought she was dillusional, that she had sat in the sun for to long, or that she simply was dreaming.
Twenty minutes ago, the earth was calm, the skies serene, and gently dampered with clouds, lazily tugging into the early August sky.
But something was wrong. The air felt electric to her lungs, to her skin, to her very bones. Her sense of fear seemed frozen.
"Hell came alive that day" Dya wrote in her journal. "The eyes of Satan replaced the sun, the flames of Hell laped at the sky, the clouds became an ember storm of first white, then orange, then red...then black. Almost as if night had sprung to life to hide Nagasakis revelations from the Eastern world."
She remembered running away from the radiation storm. Just running, as fast as she could until her lungs felt like evaporating.
She heard a sound admist her blood rushing like flood water in her ears.
"It was as if the sounds of humanity, the clamor, the laughter, the sounds you hear every day just walking down the street haulted entirley, for what seemed like an eternity, but only stood as a moment...then collapsed into ghastly sounds."
She first saw her neighbor, Yuki Mita, or what she recognized as him.
"As I passed Yuki", she recalled "he'd collapsed, in an almost cartoonish way. His skin bubbling right in front of me, his face ashen, and his hair, his beautiful black, sleek shiny hair, now so white. As if he'd aged in moments."
She sobbed in horror, but forgot about her evaporating lungs. She moved faster, not breathing, not thinking, just seeing, and regalling in horror at the ones she'd knew since she was a little girl.
"Elderly or young, rich or poor, meak or shrewd, proud or guilty, death spared no one person of any class that day. For once, unity was the most horrific detail of my life" - Dya Nyung, September 16th, 1953.
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"SHIT!" thought Ryia. "I cant be this late AGAIN!"
She rolled out of bed and scanned her room fervently. Something was wrong.
"Fiu! Fiu...where the hell are my pants?!" she yelled into an empty room. "Fiu...where are you? Hello....anyone here?"
Suddenly, she made a beeline for the bathroom, and threw up. She sat slumped against her bathroom wall, yet still ballencing against the sturdy toilet well. A few more tempting pulls from her slowly enlarging stomach, and then her body settled for gentle dry heaves.
"Morning sickness...".
She reached up to the handle, and flushed away this mornings heap of vomit. She looked at herself in the mirror, recollecting herself. Today she would be too sick to go to work.
She walked back to her bed, as if dancing on two broken heels, and slipped under the covers. Fiu had not been one to just leave in the morning without so much as a "Get up, you lazy ass" remark. She reached for the phone to make the call, when she saw a piece of paper taped to the reciever.
"Dear Ryia, did you forget about today? Its Saturday, so dont bother calling into work."
She laughed, and went back to sleep.
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"Lt. Xing, can I get you anymore coffee?" asked his secretary, Julia Hughes.
"No thank you Ms. Hughes." Fiu said, and then let out an exasperated sigh.
"Permission to speak freely, Lt. Xing?"
"Permission granted", said Fiu and he motioned for her to close the door. they had become almost allies in a world that revolved around decoration to exemplfy ones status in humanity.
"Fiu, you look like you havent slept since you were born" Julia observed loudly, "whats keeping you up these nights"
"Julia, Im not ready to be a father." Fiu responded frankly. "Im not Julia, I just cant...Ryia, shes...shes so much more than I couldve ever bargained for. this...this is too much for me."
"Have you discussed this with her?"
"I cant discuss things with her. She thinks shes the emperor or the land, that shes Thor or...or something. I...I cannot have a child with someone i love so much, yet hate just as equally."
"So whaddya think youre options are."
"Julia...I need to to take a message for me."
Fiu Xing stood up, and kissed her on the cheek.
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"Officer Knight, Officer Knight....do we have any motive?" asked a bloodthirsty reporter. "Have you identified the deceased, Officer Knight?"
"One at a time gentleman, one at a time. We've got nothing but that right now, so dont blow your wad just yet." Officer Knight said, away from the microphone. "We uh, have no motive, and we have made an identification, but for the time being we can say theyre are two, um bodies. One female, one male, and we are waiting to release any more information until the familes have been notified and all parties have been one hundred percent I'ded. no further questions."
"Officer Knight, Officer Knight! Can you tell us anymore? Please, Channel 6!"
Nathan Donald Knight stepped back into the crime scene, and looked at the floor.
"Such a shame."
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his first cigarette in three months, and lit it.
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"Ma, would you watch the baby for about an hour, Im supposed to go down to 5th street--" Ryia bit her lip.
"Go child, I understand." Dya nodded, with remorse and pain in her eyes.
"Ma, I...I love you and Im..Ive not always been the best kid but--" she choked on the last words, making them unintelligible.
"Ryia Ann, Go now. I hear you, okay. But me and my Grand child have some catching up to do. Now go." Dya instructed.
Although she felt alone, she felt comforted be her mothers sterness. She got to the door, and comfort began to blanket her. The door closed.
"Avi, dear...you dont know what awaits you. You dont child. Just know that within these walls lies the comfort of the greatest civilization. The memories, and the knowledge that textbooks dont supply." Dya spoke to to Avi.
Avi began to coo, and had a pondering look in her eye.
Dya made her way to a chair, and clicked off the television. She held Avi in her arms, and she put her in her lap.
"Avi....before anyone tells you differently..." Dya began to tell Avi her story of Nagasaki, August 9th, 1946.
"Avi dear....Ive lived threw the Apocolypse."
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