Creative Writing: The Cold War

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“Nuclear bomb-- Sector E4Y N9H, --- Extraction --- Sector E4Y N0G --” That was all Warren heard before the transmission was cut, and the old radio died. He looked around in shock before rolling out of his makeshift bed, he sighed when he noticed the small figure sleeping in a tree above him. “Audrey, get up, We might finally escape this hell-hole!” Warren yelled, forgetting to keep his voice down out of pure excitement. Audrey fell out of the tree she was sleeping in, she was supposed to be on guard duty. “Huh, what?!” She squealed, rolling to her feet. As she stood up and looked around wildly, she swung her rusty Colt Python around like she had been attacked. They stood in silence as Audrey glared at Warren, If looks could kill… he thought. …show more content…

“He was probably going to have finished you off if I didn’t show up. Just be glad you’re still alive.” Warren surveyed the corridor, looking for anything of use. “Why did you save me? I’m better off dead now that I have nobody to protect me…” She was clearly begging for Warren’s help, even giving him puppy-dog eyes. “Find a weapon and follow me,” Warren suggests, picking up a large antique golf-club off the ground. I can’t believe someone still has one of these, he thinks. “For your information, my name is Audrey, not little girl.” She said, walking over to her father’s corpse, fumbling around with something in his bag. A few minutes later Audrey stands back up, holding a rusty old Colt Python over her head proudly. “What’s that you’ve found?” Warren questioned. “I think it’s called a gun, it shoots things.” Audrey replied, beaming warmly at Warren. “We should get out of here, we’re bound to find more of those things eventually.” Warren hefted the golf-club over his shoulder, and walking towards the hotel doors. Present time, June 30th, 2125, 1700 hours. Warren crouched behind a line of debris, listening for the sounds of approaching footsteps.

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