Prologue
"Hey, mom, come here," calls my older brother.
The TV is turned on to the news channel, and a harassed-looking reporter is talking about a mysterious-looking aircraft flying over the United States.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"It's right over us." My brother, for the first time in my memory, sounds terrified.
He runs outside, and I hear the voices of other curious people. But my mom holds me back.
"No, sweetie. Nothing is going to happen."
Then the whole world blows apart.
Or what it seems like.
Rubble falls over me, and I feel the warm body of Apollo collapsing next to me. There is a huge boom, and more rubble falls. I was the lucky one.
Nobody else in my hometown survived.
Nobody except for Apollo and I.
