Day 3 Mid Day.

Libya, April 8, 2011. It is currently 3:50 PM. After forgetting about checking out the place, and watching T.V. instead, i decide to go ahead and do that. Walking outside, i see that the car is still tipped over, and the place is still empty. I continue down the street, and see nothing. No people, no rebels, no anything. The streets were filled with papers. Looking down the street i see the slight breeze pick up a newspaper, and float it in the air. As it got closer to me, i decided to grab it. Missing the first few tries i finally grab it. The front page said "Libya, April 7, 2011. After the government dropped a test nuke that they have been developing for some time now, on the recent riots of Libya in April 6th, hundreds of people died, and even more were evacuated. It is only a day after and we are seeing that the people injured, or have been exposed to this radioactive waste from the bomb are turning aggressive. Some are lashing out, as we thought it was more riots we realized that it was not. Their eyes were fogged, and were completely white. We ask of you that if you are reading this, to please go to your local military camp, get checked out, and go on the next plane out." Just after reading it a person jumped from the bushes, He was missing teeth, eyes were fogged, blood dripping down from his face, and the ligament he was feasting on came out of the bushes when he jumped. Unprepared for what was about to happen, i grabbed the newspaper, shoved it in his face, and ran. Slamming the door on him, locking the dead bolt. I am now in my house, safe for now. I am aware of what is going on, and i am unsure of what to do.