As the sun slowly arises, I go downstairs and eat breakfast, overhearing my dad upstairs  finally awaking. I rush to him and ask “ so, can we go see mom again today please?” and of course, he said yes. We eat and then go upstairs to get ready, I look in the mirror and realise that my dark brown hair is bundled up. I fix it and get dressed after taking a shower and then we head to the hospital. The hospital is in the inner city. We live in a suburban area that is about 30 miles away from the city, but  I still get a perfect view of the city. The house I live in has a backyard that stretches over a mountain and into the city. We get into the car and head off to the hospital. Upon arriving, we walk in and are told that mom is in room 47, which means that she won’t have any x-rays today. I go to visit my mom.
  she  tells me that she is so happy that I’m here and that “The doctor said that the cancer is going away and that I will make a full recovery.”
I am so shocked and happy because as of one month ago, the doctor said that it was spreading. There I rush outside and tell my dad, but he has already heard the great news and is gleaming. I go back inside and ask if my mom wants any food as a celebration. She asks for my dad’s special Italian BLT footlong. I go to my dad and tell him what she told me, and off we go, but not before saying goodbye first. We go home so dad could make Mom’s favorite sandwich.
We get to the house, I hop out of the car and study the California mountains and see something flying across the sky. I call my dad outside and he see’s it too. It looks like a meteor. My dad heads back inside and goes to tell mom to look outside, he said the meteor should be passing over her in about one minute. I vaguely overhear that it might be a part of a meteor shower. I look off into the distance, that isn’t a meteor I say in my head, and see a rocket tumbling at an astonishing speed towards the city.The rocket went right through a building and hits the ground with full force, the crash blinds me for a few seconds. Rubbing my eyes, I stare in awe as a cloud in the shape of a mushroom forms.I stand and watch as the buildings come down one by one after each other and people disappear into a ray shooting at the ground as buildings are tumbling to ash and rubble. I scream in agony as I realize my mom is in the city while I am at home making sandwiches. As stand tall, aftershock washes over me and lobs me cross the yard over my house and I black out as the ground comes up to meet me.

3 Months Later
My dad returns, zipping up his fly as we continue down the narrow streets filled with rubble and parts of other collapsed buildings, clouds of dust roam freely in the sky. We are moving to the next rebel camp to help people. I am now taller than my father even though I can remember when l wasn’t, when l was just a boy. The leader of our pack told us to hold up while we check a few tents to see if people are still living there or if they have left like most of us.
“Salvador! Get over here and help me with this tent.” The leader, known as Archer, says to my father.
“What do we have, Archer?”
“Some unopened food and a few needed essentials but not much.”
I look up at the night sky, Archer likes to move during because it gives more of a shield then at day Once they finish, Archer calls off one by one.
“Dan,”
“Here!”
  “Louis,”
“Here!”
“Jonny,”
“Here!”
“Salvador,”
“Here!” My dad finishes.
We grab what we need and continue our journey to the resistance bunker filled with weapons and survival tools. No one uses cell phones, now we use SAT COM to communicate with our own. Each person carries small firearms,such as pistols. My personal favorite is the Beretta M9A1 9mm pistol with holster. I also carry knives like flip knives or a kukri. The journey to the mountains, where it is rumored that the air is clear and the breathing fresh, is about 18 miles , so we should make it in about two and a half days. There are very few vehicles working since they all were destroyed in the bombings. The day of the bombings is known as D-Day. It reminds me that I only have my father. I need to live on knowing that he will always be there, no matter what.
We arrive at the fort hidden away by tall standing mountains, giving the survivors up there the advantage if anyone decided to attack them at all. The defenses on the fort were enough as it is, but to get up that hillside, it will be a nightmare. Once we reach the entrance, we are stopped and held at gunpoint while asked questions.
One man who held an AKM asked, “ Who are you and what is your business?”
“Not to worry, we are here as part of the resistance. We are coming from the city in California.”
“How? I thought everyone was dead?”
“Well so did we, until we met up with someone who told us about you.”
“All good things, l hope.” another man said as he came and showed himself, surrounded by about thirty guards.
“I am Adam and I run things around here.”
“Well are we allowed in?” my Dad muttered.
We move to the barracks to start checking out bunks and setting our things down as Adam tells us to get ready for dinner. Tonight we will be having some kind of stew made by their gourmet chef, also known as Adam’s Mom. He is lucky, I will never see mine again. They said that Adam’s mother was on this mountain when the nukes went off. Adam came up to the mountains to see if she was alive. When they found her, she didn’t know of the nukes and Adam explained. Adam also told her that this, for right now, was the safest place for them to be.
After we unpack and relax for a few minutes, we go to enjoy the  we go and have this scrumptious dinner stew. After everyone sitting down, Adam and his family pray to god for this meal. My dad and I feel awkward since neither of us have really been religious so we just follow along. While eating, I recall the time after the nukes went off. How my dad and I struggled for food and essentials until we took charge of our lives and continued on living instead of most.
“I have an announcement,” Adam says while getting the attention of everyone with a fork and glass. “This is to the people who have been out there longer and have had to fight for their safety and for their lives, God bless you.” Everyone roars cheers and they toast and then settle down to enjoy the stew.
After dinner everyone goes to bed, but l can’t sleep. I get up and wander around the base. I go to use the restroom when I overhear a conversation about a person called the king.
A person l don’t know says “We have to leave. We need to leave tonight.”
“What about them?” another says.
“What about them, it’s us now let’s scram.”
“No, we can’t,” I recognize that voice to be Adam’s. “We can’t leave them here. Tomorrow in the morning, we will go,”
“Fine,” the others say and they separate.
In the morning, I wake up to find people leaving and my dad asks me “Do you have any idea what is going on?”
I respond with “Do you know who the King is?”
He looks at me with shock and looks at Adam. Then moves through the crowd of people and yells at him. I can’t hear a word he says, but I can make out the words “The King”. They stand and exchange words, my dad glances at me every few seconds before turning his heel and coming over to me to say, “Pack it up, we’re going with them”.
“Why?” I ask.
He manages to say is,  “The King is the one who killed your mother.”
The rebels have two military Dusen Half's and everybody was able to fit in them, about 20 people each. They are indeed very big trucks and very uncomfortable. My dad and I and our group were not separated.  We were headed east towards Chicago where the King is planning to stay, or so I hear. I can’t wait to get my hands on him, I think to myself as I zone out from the loud, thundering noise that was forthcoming from the truck as anticipated. We are on the road for about two hours before we stop for a gas refill and a restroom break. So I go and check inside for food, It just so happened to find a vending machine and broke the glass and found some yummy cheetos. I finish the bag and lick my fingers when we head off and ride towards Chicago.
It has been about thirty or so hours before we hit Chicago, but we finally make it. I am awakened by a jolt in the road I look out the back and see that we are going through the outskirts of the city and in the suburbs so we aren’t found. We set up shop in a little urban neighborhood not touched by the nukes. I get out and find myself a bed and fall back asleep. The next morning we are all told to get ready.
“The men have located the King. He is presenting a speech to the people and will be there at four thirty this afternoon. We will be there to take him down. Without a leader, since the next successor is in North Korea, their monarch will fall apart and we will win. Then we will build back America.” Adam states.
I am momentarily happy and ready to go before I freeze and realise that I haven’t killed anyone, how can l do this if l haven’t even killed a man. I think on it for a few moments before just not caring and going to get vengeance for my mom. Grabbing my pistol and an M14 EBR Rifle, I lock and load. I have many countless hours at the shooting at the range with my dad so I am good and confident with weapons. I jump into the back of one of the trucks as my dad doesn’t even try to stop me. So I wait and finally everyone is ready and we head out. I pondered as to what I would do if the King came face to face with me, would l kill him on sight or would l torture him for more pain.
I turn around and tell my dad, “I want this guy dead, or alive.”
We enter the city through the far end and away from the council. Being broadcasted everywhere so it will be hard for us to kill him without triggering any alarms in North Korea. So when he is done we will kill him. There, I am going to be watching over the building he is in so I don’t get killed in the action while my dad goes in with the rest of the rebels. I wait on the roof for the signal but the king must have gotten there early since was leaving. so I set my sights on his head and the King stopped for a drink. I took a breath in, and then out, very slow and deep breaths as I scope his head, Black hair, suit and a whole lot of guards come into focus. But I take the shot, Looking down at the building, watching as the glass shatters and the coffee machine is covered in blood, my target is taken care of. I look at the guards as they turn towards the east side of the building and shoot, Adam and my dad must be there right now, taking care of the rest. I get off of the building via fire escape and rush towards the truck, passing four or five Korean military convoys headed towards the rebels and I sneak past the Korean military and onto our truck. After waiting four or five minutes before I hear Adams shouting “Get in the truck!” Feeling so proud that I can’t wait to tell dad that vengeance has been served and then off we go. Bullets tearing through the back of the trucks like a shark tearing you limb from limb. So we all hit the deck and wait for the firing to stop.
When we reach camp I rush to the passenger seat to tell my dad the news. But when I open the door he wasn’t there.
“What happened?” I command to know.
“Kid…” He says before sighing. “Whoever shot the King let the Korean troops know that we were there and your father bit the bullet...Literally. I’m sorry.”
I stand there in shock knowing that I killed the king, killing my father along with him. I Go inside and sit down on the bench and feel the guilt looking me in the face, knowing  it’s my fault, it’s all my fault. Even though I killed the most evil person I have ever known, I also killed my father, my only family is now dead thanks to me and I can’t do anything about it. Now I must honor both my mother and father by fulfilling our initial mission. I must take back America.