[ WP ] Write about a group of post-apocalyptic survivors who are have just found out the apocalypse has happened

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a bowl of cereal; milk first, then cornflakes. My groundhog day pre-school ritual had begun. I grabbed the ceremonial remote control and activated the sacred tube. 
 
 The TV let out a supersonic whine and produced a white dot centre stage. I shoveled cornflakes into my mouth while waiting for news. Goku had been powering up for about a week and I sure was today was the day that Freiza would eat spirit bomb. 
 
 The dot expanded and filled the screen with real-life images. Either Dragonball Z had gone in a new direction or I was in a lot of trouble. A shaken, blonde news reporter stood on the top of a mountain with a burning city in the background. I could just make out the harbour bridge before it toppled. 
 
 `` Another terrorist attack?'' My younger sister asked. 
 
 I flicked milk at her with my spoon. 
 
 The reporter's makeup was smudged and her hair wind-blown. Her voice quavered as she spoke. All professionalism had left her. 
 
 `` This is not a prank, this is not a joke. Reports are coming in from all over the world. People have disappeared from their homes, planes are crashing, people ar-'' 
 
 A deep, growling whinny drowned out all sound and a shadow flickered over the reporter. She shrieked and looked up. The camera man instinctively aimed his lens skyward as the airborne horse and rider galloped across the near-black sky. 
 
 `` As you can see,'' she breaked to regain her composure, `` there are.. things.. riding in the sky. They resemble the biblical horsemen of the apocalypse. Sydney-siders who are unaffected are calling the horseman you just saw'War'. Here's some footage we shot earlier... Mike, do we have the footage?'' 
 
 A sobbing man spoke over the shaky cell phone video. `` They're killing each other. They're.. *killing*.. each other.'' 
 
 My sister crouched down beside me. `` Kim?'' she asked. 
 
 I resisted the urge to flick her with milk. `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` Where's Mum?'' 
 
 `` I dunno, her room? Probably out cold; she was hammered last night.'' 
 
 In Mum's room, we found nothing but her pajamas, an empty bottle of Jim Beam and a half-smoked joint in the ash tray. 
 
 Kiera called `` Mum!'' until I was forced to smack her on the forehead with my milky spoon. 
 
 `` She's gone. Probably in heaven. You know how devout she was.'' I said. 
 
 She wiped the milk from her face and looked up at me with glassy eyes. `` What do we do?'' She asked. 
 
 `` Get me my cricket bat, 2 backpacks with all the food we can carry, Mum's car keys and a lighter.'' 
 
 `` What are you gon na do?'' 
 
 I picked the joint up from the ash tray and put it in my mouth. `` Go out in a blaze of glory.''
