World War III Refugee

I was in New York during World War III, and Afghanistan had taken over the area I was in. As soon as the take-over happened, the area turned to desert.

Because of the take-over, I ran away to some bombed out apartment building with some friends, parents, and friends' younger siblings. Then the people who lived in the apartment we were in came home, so we went to Devin's house because two of his younger brothers were with us. Somewhere along the way we lost a few people.

At Devin's house, we met him, his 1-year-old twin brothers, and another brother who was about 13 and was Devin's older brother, even though Devin was 16. There also might have been one other teenage brother.

Then we- a bunch of teenagers including me but not Devin, plus a bunch of young kids- went to live in an empty hotel room. At some point Cody, a bellboy, discovered us and helped us get food. Our parents didn't know we were alive. Phil (a guy who creeped me out) also joined us and I got engaged to him. I wore my ring on my right thumb or ring finger- I think it may have alternated. Once in a while I thought maybe I shouldn't marry Phil, but I stayed with him. A couple times I heard that we were in the hotel for 3 years. The second time, I remarked that we were old enough to get married, counted in my head to discover that I was 19, and wondered where Phil got my engagement ring from.

Then Cody came in and as we were ordering dinner from room service, the hotel manager discovered us and said he might turn us in but would give us a certain amount of time first. I ran out to find a place for us to relocate to, accomplished nothing, and returned to find our parents and government officials. I saw Mom's reaction to the news of my being alive in a Baby Blues comic strip- Mom was Wanda MacPherson. She cried happy tears at the news. Mom seemed pleased to hear of my engagement.