"I have no idea what this is doing to the background radiation, probably off the charts," our leader screamed as we scrambled to seek sanctuary from t...e fire in the sky.I'm not an expert on radiation, but the idea frightened the crap out of me. Not knowing the details, I allowed terror and my paranoid imagination to fill in the blanks. What we don't know can kill us. I ran like the hounds of Hell were on my tail."Keep going! Move! Everyone, take cover in the cavern," Sheila said as she directed. He was a trackstar and a second string quarterback for the school. He was reasonablyintelligent and somewhat of an all around likable guy. He was alsoobviously infatuated with Mimi Simpson on the Cheer Leading Squad."Mimi Simpson." Just saying her name set Quinn to grinding her molars.Mimi had always been a thorn in Quinn's side, starting back in highschool. Quinn hated everything about Mimi, her perfect blonde hair, herskinny-bitch body, her giggly attitude, her lording her cheerleader. I always looked out for her in the mornings, and maybe once a week my vigilance might be rewarded. Until today, the highlight of this admittedly rather one-sided relationship had been the time I managed to sit directly opposite her and spent the entire journey stealing surreptitious glances over the top of my newspaper at her globes delightfully jiggling up and down from the motion of the train.This morning, I had been pleased to see a vacant place next to her and had slid into it with. A slender blond rookie was practically dying on an elliptical machine. You laughed thinking about how not long ago, after 60 minutes or so, you would have been just as gassed as this wannabee. Stopping the machine and taking the careful, even breathes that you knew from personal experience told you the guy was holding back his lunch, the kid noticed you for the first time. “Hey Rebound, your ears burning yet?”“What are you talking about?” You said.Rookie Kid suppressed one last heave, then.