What if North Korea Nuked California?

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

(World Net Daily)  -  The inner voices speaking to Kim Jong Un, the supreme leader of North Korea, finally convinced him to attack America. Without further reasoning or advice, Kim pushed the red button on his desk. 

His action set in motion the launching of five intercontinental ballistic missiles armed with nuclear warheads aimed at California.

North Korean scientists calculated the ICBM flight times to be 38 minutes for covering the six thousand miles to their targets. Kim looked at his watch − 11 a.m.

Almost immediately, U.S. spy satellites picked up the heat plumes from the ICBMs and alerted North American Aerospace Defense Command and U. S. Strategic Command. These two centers quickly assessed where the missiles were heading.

When the U.S. Strategic Command finally decided to launch 20 interceptor missiles to defend America against the ICBM invasion, there were only 21 minutes on the clock. The missiles were launched from underground silos in Fort Greely, Alaska, and Vandenberg Air Force Base, California.

The interceptor missiles blew four of the ICBMs out of the sky somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, but the fifth one continued unharmed toward its target. The eighty percent accuracy rate was far above all of the success rates ever achieved in tests for the interceptor missile system. After all, it’s a bullet aimed at a bullet!

The North Korean ICBM detonated 8,000 feet above Los Angeles at 7:08 in the morning.

An intense burst of light, a thousand times brighter than a streak of lightning, lit up the morning sky over Los Angeles. Anyone who looked directly at the light within a thirty-mile radius suffered temporary blindness or even worse − permanent loss of sight.

A super shock wave expanded outward from the explosion with a force of 320 tons per square inch, knocking down everything in its way. Super typhoid winds of 270 miles per hour followed the initial shock wave. Seconds later, the winds reversed themselves with equal intensity.

A mushroom-shaped cloud formed in the air, rising upward for several minutes.

Structures vaporized. Buildings collapsed. Fires burned everywhere. Gas mains exploded. Fuel tanks burst. Firestorms erupted. Temperatures rose above lethal levels. Oxygen depleted itself. Suffocation followed for tens of thousands of people. And then it rained. But the large drops of moisture from the nuclear reactions brought no relief because they were mixed with deadly radioactive fallout.

The heaviest damage occurred in a 10-mile radius of the bomb’s detonation.

For many in the blast areas, death provided a merciful exit from further suffering. Their agonies ended. Far less fortunate were the injured and unscathed whose worst nightmares had just begun.

A nightmare that would go on and on.

Trucks, autos and debris clogged the interstate highways, expressways and streets around LA. There were no avenues of access to the injured and dying in the blast areas.

But even so, the radioactive fallout made it unthinkable for medivac units to fly helicopters loaded with medical personnel to help the victims. They ended up setting up triage units outside the dangerous radioactive areas, waiting for survivors to come to them.

The president and governor went on TV, promising help for the victims, but they failed to mention their calls to the Region IX Disaster Mortuary Operational Response Team. DMORT teams loaded with tens of thousands of body bags were already on their way to Southern California.

Yes, I know! This is a fictional depiction of a worst-case scenario. Who knows whether this will ever happen, right?

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