There was only one reason Joyce didn't die the day everyone else died.

Sitting on the toasty ecru sand of a beach Joyce had never visited before, the blood-warm waves lapping at her feet, that one, subtly obvious reason came crashing down on Joyce's eyes like a spotlight spawning in pure darkness.

The single, definitive reason Joyce didn't die with the rest of her family when her world ended in a huge, flaming red firebomb, was because she had already died long before any dictator could launch nuclear bombs at her home country. 

NaNoWriMo Goals: 1,000 words per chapter, a chapter every two days at least, and that will only get me to 15,000 words. But this is my first NaNoWriMo, so little steps.