The World Ended on A Monday — Tara Johnson

I was alone Monday morning when nukes fell on America's coasts. If nuclear bombs weren't bad enough, an EMP knocking out America's power grid, including my small Oklahoma town, also hit just minutes later. America was wholly unprepared for what hit us. Within hours of the dust settling, the small town I have lived in my whole life seemed to have lost its collective mind-the local inmates were on the loose, and homes and businesses were set aflame. When some local townspeople notice a plane in the air, they will stop at nothing to possess the aircraft and the pilot flying it. My ragtag group of friends, family, and assorted animals will have to defend our small private airstrip from invaders or go down trying.