The Dark Sky It was here. The Day had come like a bolt out of the blue. It was November 20th, 1962, when Sean decided that he should be looking for his brother. Sean had never actually believed the idea of a nuclear war until now. As he stood there, with no clue on what to do, he remembered the conversation he had just a few hours ago. Sean was watching the 7 a.m. news on his black-and-white television. The broadcast had an older woman with a serious sounding voice narrating over scenes of missiles and other things that seemed unimportant to Sean. The woman went silent for a minute, then spoke again, “The crisis that has been going on in Cuba has made our tensions with Russia even worse. At this point, you all should be seeking safety, and stocking up on supplies, as nuclear war seems imminent.” Sean sighed aloud, turned off the television, then walked toward Jacob, his 15-year-old brother who was also watching the news with him just a few seconds ago. Sean started the conversation with exasperation. “I’m sick of hearing about the possibility of a nuclear war,” he said to Jacob in anger. Sean paused for a second then started to shake his head as if all this confused him. He wanted to ask Jacob a very thoughtful question about the nuclear war but did not know how to put his thinking into words. Finally, he asked, “Jacob, doesn’t it seem all fake to you?” Jacob had to think about what Sean had just asked him. Seans’ questions’ ambiguity made it difficult for Jacob to understand his viewpoint. After a while, Jacob answered with,”Well,Sean, there are two types of people in the world in how they view a nuclear war. The one who is always ready for anything that’s to come and the one who can’t accept the truth until they actually experience the event. But, Sean, you wouldn’t know which person you just yet or maybe unless the nuclear war really takes place.” Sean was surprised that Jacob responded in such a manner. He wanted a clear answer from him if a nuclear war was real, but instead what Jacob said put Sean in a very deep thought. However, walking away from Jacob, Sean thought to himself while rubbing his forehead with his hand in frustration. He said to himself, “The press just wants to scare us. We might have high tensions with Russia, but there’s no way they’d let a nuclear war happen.” After a few moments of silence had passed, Sean made himself a cup of coffee, realizing that he was running low on food so he would have to make a trip to the store. Ray headed to the store, getting his usual groceries. But this time, the grocery store seemed very empty. After a few thoughts, Sean remembered what he had heard on the news, “stocking up on supplies” as the reporter had said. Sean had a weird feeling about all this, but it did not bother him at all. When Sean got back home, he cooked salmon for his brother and himself for lunch. After he finished eating, Sean collapsed on the couch, full and satisfied. He fell into a deep sleep, as his dreams were empty, sorrowful, cold and dark like always. He awoke many hours later, his back in pain from the uncomfortable couch. “I’m barely 20 and I already have the bones of an old goon,” he complained as always. Soon, Sean got up and washed his face in the bathroom sink which refreshed him and reminded him to be aware of the things that were going around him. Later, Sean decided to go outside and take a short walk around the nearby park. It was about 5:30 p.m. when Sean noticed that it was starting to get dark. He took a deep breath, as he strolled back from the McKinley Park, which was located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Not even a second later, out of nowhere, a brilliant light filled the air. Sean couldn’t see anything except the color white until the flash blindness faded away. He tried to get up from his fallen position as he saw a mushroom cloud which was a combination of red and orange were rising up in the distance. Sean’s eyes widened, and as he became speechless as fear overtook him. He thought to himself, “They weren’t lying, they were telling the truth.” An atomic bomb had just risen up from North Oakland. Sean quickly ran to go inside a military office that was close by in which he heard a police officer calling everyone to seek safety. The officer said, “Please come with me, sir! We need to get you and other survivors to a fallout shelter before it’s too late.” At this point, Sean wanted to go get his brother, Jacob. No. He HAD to go get his brother. Jacob has been the most important and the only person that mattered to him at this moment. His brother was extremely significant to him since he lost his parents two years ago in a terrible car accident. He didn’t want to lose another family member for that matter. “Just let me get my brother from my house! I’m begging you! He’s the only one that is essential to me right now!”, Sean said in a very despair voice. “Sir, you have to understand me. My job is to help you not hurt you. And since we don’t have much time, we need to get you to a safe place if you wish to survive”, the officer responded forcefully. Sam noticed from the officer’s name tag that his name was Howard and he was 35-years-old. Sean tried to run home anyways, but the officer got angry and dragged him to a chaotic line of people. Still very alarmed by the bomb, and from the conduct he just received, Sean began to feel stress and anger rising up in his gullet. The police officer started to speak again, “Everyone please get into a single line so we can escort you all into the fallout shelter!” A different officer had to holler over the crowd so they heard him precisely. He screamed, “Single file line folks!” It was challenging, but eventually, the crowd got into a line. Sean was lined up behind a woman with a long and delicate looking hair, holding her daughter’s hand very tightly as if all this terrified her. Sean was curious; there was something about them that took him back to the old days when he spent his precious time with Jacob. Thinking about the happy times eased him, but also troubled him because he couldn’t do anything to bring those moments back. One by one, the survivors, as for now, suffused into the dusty fallout shelter as the thick, ebony clouds started to form around Pittsburgh.