Wasteland 2

Here is the continued version of Wasteland. I know that it is morbid but I've been getting hardly any sleep lately (you can thank my cat and dog for that!) so I've been in a bad mood.

Katie stared at the place that had once been her home. She had a sudden flashback to when she had been younger and was moving to this place.
"Look, there it is!" her dad shouted. Katie, age four, bounced along in her car seat.
"Where, Daddy, where?" she begged, straining forward to catch a glimpse of a huge, soaring mansion where she had expected they would live. Instead she saw a medium-sized, two-story house with a front yard to match its size. "Is that it?"
"Of course," her mother said. "You'll love it. The school is just down the road. You'll be five in two months. Won't school be fun?"
"I'll love school," Katie promised as her father pulled into the driveway. "I already love our new house."
A Big-Lots shopping cart was right in front of her. Big-Lots was half a mile away! What had the bomb done? She could see a chunk of a sign that said Hospi on is in big letters. Part of the Hospital sign. The hospital was 1,000 feet away from Big-Lots!
Everywhere Katie looked there was signs of her old life; a STOP sign from around the corner, Mrs. Sarmon's door with the stain-glass window, a school computer, a cat statue from the art place around the corner, part of the electric fence that surrounded the eerie government building, and, worst of all, her diary laying on the ground with a pen still clipped to it.
She knew that it was hers. She opened it and read the first page. My old life. It seemed so far away now.
A radio that appeared to still be working sat on the street corner. Or, at least, Katie thought that it was the street. It was hard to tell anymore. She tucked her diary into her viola case, zipped it, and started toward the radio.
A crowd of people were already gathered around it. There was some static, but then she heard "America, this is President Sparol speaking."
"Citizens of America, your county is in ruins. There was a nuke launch from an anonymous source. I'm sorry to say that America is not the country it once was."
Katie stood up, grabbed her things, and walked away. She didn't need to hear this. She didn't need to hear any of this.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up soon and it'll be morning.