49 Sandra Bullock (1/2)

It is well past midnight, yet the atmosphere remains hot and humid.

The ambient temperature is kept constant by the intense background radiation.

It was introduced by countless nuclear detonations across the former rising superpower known as the United States of America.

This once glorious nation is called the Western Region by the world only superpower – the victor and remaining country left intact after the devastating World War 2.

Every other country on Earth is barely a shell of their former self. Once the radiation finally dissipates, their land will be cultivated and settled by the only race that truly matter – the Aryan race.

To Nazi Germany, the undesirable, especially the Jews will be exterminated or enslaved until their own children will not recall their existence.

That is the plan.

And it is in motion with no one left to stop their genocidal ambition.

The arid and smoldering landscape of North America reminds those who could remember what had happened no more than a single generation ago.

Just within a span of a few days at the end of 1945, much of their country turns into burning ruin.

Millions of people perished on that day – the day when the sky rains ashes and fire.

No warning or declaration is given.

Those that survived the destruction and the subsequent fallout struggle to live on in absolute horrors, not knowing when the bombs would fall once again, sending them into the afterlife.

Some people wish they have died in the initial strike or the dozen of strikes that follows.

This is because the real terror began a couple of years later, when Germany finally invaded.

Like Death himself reaping his wheat field of souls, nothing stands before the German war machines.

The Nazis burn and destroy everything within their path.

What little resistance the American people could muster turns out to be pointless and futile.

And when all resistance is inevitably extinguished, the only thing left is hopelessness.

It is the same hopelessness filling in her dark eyes as she is being dragged out of the barn to be washed down. Once she is sufficiently cleaned of dirt, muds and bodily fluids, she will be thrown back into the holding cell to join the other naked women.

This is her life now.

The life that Sandra once lived just a week ago feels like a beautiful dream.

It would have been such a paradise to those who are born into this desolated world.

Sandra didn't understand why or how she is here, in this hellish concentration camp run by rapists and murderers.

The last thing Sandra remembers before waking up to this nightmare is of her heading to the shower in her underwear to take a nice warm bath after a long day.

She recalls faintly that she has fallen several feet straight down, screaming on reflex.

It is as if the floor beneath her feet was no longer there. In fact, her room seems to fade away, letting her take in the view of a ruined landscape.

Sandra is knocked unconscious when she finally hits the ground, rolling into the rubbles.

Luckily or unluckily, her apartment is on the lower level of the building or she would have died like so many people who have been spirited away.

Many people, men and women, wakes up alongside with her in a holding cell. One of the gentlemen uses his coat to cover her up and stop the awkward staring.

Sandra is a beautiful woman after all. She is about to be a movie star before being kidnapped and then imprisoned in a place beyond her understanding.

The people in the cell are as confused as Sandra, believing this to be a joke of sort, especially when a Nazi officer greets them and questions where they have all come from.

The joke becomes real when several people are executed in cold blood for avoiding the answer with demands to be let go immediately or they will call the police. The unannounced gunshot to the head, send them curling back and falling on the ground, motionlessly.

Some woman screams at the sight only to be brutally beaten.

Sandra manages to hold down her voice after seeing a young woman not much older than her expired from severe trauma to the head.

Each person is then interrogated individually by armed men wearing ominous gas mask, covering their entire face.

These men drag everyone away, one by one, never returning the people they have taken to the holding cell again.

When it is finally her turn, Sandra realizes what had happened to people who went before her.

As she heads towards one of the interrogation room with armed men in tows, she saw rows and rows of people string upside down by their legs with their throat slits.

This includes woman and children.

Some are still alive, gurgling their last breath.

Their blood collectively pools into a contraption and glows very eerily.

Sandra manages to not suffer the same fate because of her Germanic descent on her mother side.