Eating is Just as unhealthy as smoking

I don't know what else to write so here is another one of my short story ideas.

The third world war has just begun and Russia has set its targets on the US. They’ve Russians have just failed to strike the city of Kogir with their most powerful missile, which landed 10 miles out to see. Although the missile had missed its target it caused a tsunami to wash through the city. Charlie, Steve, and Jamone had been bringing supplies to their bomb shelter deep in the woods by use of a Polaris Ranger. The view of the missile strike distracted Charlie who hit and large rock and flipped the Ranger impaling Steve in the abdomen with a tree root. Luckily the root hit no vital organs but blood loss was still a problem. They made their way back to the town in order to find a doctor but the town was deserted except for a few stragglers and Jamone’s fiancé who was preparing the rest of the supplies for the shelter. After discovering that the doctor has fled, they decide to make their way to the city in hopes of finding some help. Jamone took off in search of his fiancé leaving Steve calling after him.

“Just leave him, we’ll catch up with him later, but right now I need to get to the city” said Charlie

“Alright” we’ll find him when we get back. How are you holding up by the way? You’ve lost a lot of blood”

“I’ll make it to the city but any longer I Can’t say, I’m getting pretty woozy”

“We’ll take the off road path and cross the bridge and come out behind the big Apple which will be about 10 blocks from the hospital. It’s the fastest way,” said Steve.

So Steve fired up the engine to the ranger and sped down the dirt road. Before reaching the off road path Charlie had passed out from exhaustion to lack of blood. Steve veered onto the four-wheeler trail and sped down it, Charlie woke up due to the bumpiness and grumbled a bit. By the time they made it to the bridges high up in the cliffs that crossed over to the city it had become dusk.

“Oh my Jesus Christ gasped Steve. The bridges, they’re all torn to shit!”

All that remained were the suspension cords and the thick metal Skelton of the two bridges.

“Holy fuck what happened here?” said an astonished Charlie

They could see shrapnel of all the torn up boats that were once resting in the harbor.

“There all hung up on the cliffs. Look to our left!” Steve said

Charlie’s eyes widened with disbelief. Hung up high in the cliffs just to their left was a battered and beaten US military submarine. It had gotten hung up on the bridges suspension cords and parts of the protruding cliff.

“We bet-“

Just as Steve had begun to speak the submarine slipped away from the cliff and crashed into the bridge that leaves the city, taking it down into the black churning water below.

“We need to hurry and get back, we’ll take the road into the city” said Steve

“I wont make it, I’m not going back, but you are. Hurry back and get Jamo and his woman and get to the shelter. Ima work my way across the bridge and after I get help I’ll come back to the shelter. What ever you do, do not come looking for me or even leave the shelter. I love you man and I’ll be seeing you soon, whether it be in this life or another, good luck to you.”

Umm so ya, just another very rough draft of another story idea. I think I’m going to change a lot but the basic idea is there. I’d have the story follow Charlie on his trek to find help. While getting help the Russians will invade and it will be a fight for survival as Charlie tries to make it back to his friends.