Here is the updated version with correct grammer (as much as I could do)
"Fire & Chaos"
The fieriest (maybe say fiercest) winter ever. Ash. Dust. The apocalypse. And through it all? Love lasts. Love prevails. Love stays. This is The Apocalypse Of Love.
I miss my girlfriend. I barely get to see her. What do I get to see every day? Other happy people enjoying themselves. It makes me upset. I used to get so jealous of people who enjoyed their partner’s company, but now that I have one, it’s lonely. She moved before we could even figure out each other’s middle names. None of it mattered. Because soon, the world was going to end.
It all started with the shutdown. The big shutdown of 2019. But yet it started in 2018. The government shut itself down over a wall. A wall that our president, Donald J. Trump, had wanted to be finished. Towards April, the starvation began. Our poverty rates skyrocketed. Anyone who was anyone that wasn’t rich was poor. It was the medieval times all over again. Because of our shutdown, we hid from the UN. Staying out of a conflict, yet, the conflict came to us. Iraq began their nuclear testing again, sending missiles too close to America. North Korea began to fire at us again. Russia, Iran, and even Brazil began to fall apart. Chaos swept the world, causing many to lose loved ones. Then it began. One day Korea hit us. Not really mainland, but Hawaii. Everyone in Hawaii was dead. The whole state, blown to smithereens. Gone forever. But yet, it was just a tiny moment’s cry. We wept for a month, and we were over it. The government did nothing because there wasn’t one. The cabinet was killed. Then, Mike Pence. Then Donald Trump. The whole of Washington was gone. Iraq was to blame for that. A perfectly placed missile. They didn’t see it coming. The only people left to take over were governors, fighting over which state should be the capital. New York won. They were the wealthiest. Not much else is known of the situation, other than the occasional missiles striking the US, with no warning. Mexico began to send gang members in to infiltrate our government. Thanks, Donald, this is what we get for trying to make them pay for a stupid wall. The wall that killed thousands. Scratch that. Billions. The wall that we never built. The wall that didn’t matter. THAT is what started the Apocalypse. The beginning of World War III. The war to end everything. Everything but love.
The next place to go was one of the most populated. The Western Coast. One nuclear missile knocked the entire land mass into the ocean, setting of San Andreas, causing almost a worldwide earthquake, which then led to the Yellowstone eruption. The mega volcano eruption that was to end the world. The volcanic eruption we’ve been waiting to go off for centuries. Roughly 195,000,000 people, dead. 60% of the country. Some killed by the lava, others by the smoke and ash. Although, it did not end the world. Unfortunately. We suffered. Other countries, like the UK and France, attempted to help, with efforts futile. The state of New York was in a siege. The Iraq military began to invade, but with their primitive weapons, they did not succeed. But they still fought and managed to get to the Statue of Liberty, blowing it up. Another landmark bites the dust. Rescue teams were sent to the west coast finally, only finding a couple hundred people. People who were lucky were the ones trapped under rubble or in an airtight room, or conveniently, had gas masks. North Korea began to invade other countries, too. They managed to take over South Korea, and then Mongolia. Next on their list was China. They had been done with us. They had done their damage. Or so we thought they did. They sent another final missile, heading straight towards Alaska. Just to make sure we were gone for good. Luckily, the Canadian Government had stopped it, with one of their airliners. Korea sent another one, hitting the state on impact, and killing thousands in Alaska. Luckily, they had enough time to escape, most of them. The snow gone, melted in an instant, radiation everywhere, this was an H-bomb.
Now, to you, this may seem like a story about war, but there was someone very important to me who had “passed away” from the ash. My one and only. My Julia. She had been in St. Louis, shopping when everything went wrong. She had been known to have died. I ran. I ran and ran and ran. Me, in Illinois, had not been affected by the ash. She was on the outskirts of what had happened. Right on the edge. I told my mom to take me to St. Louis to find her. I went and came upon the mall she was last known to be at. They were picking out dead bodies. Then, out of the ashes, she came. But not dead. Just barely alive. She had lived! Thank God she was alive! It was a miracle!
But the worst was yet to come."