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[MisterAntagonist]

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The camera is turned on. Behind the camera was a proud father.


"Say hi to the camera!"


Wife stood holding hands with his daughter. He smiles as she sticks her tongue out at him.


"It is the 14th of August, 2016; and this is her first year going to school. I'm nervous myself, but I know she will be alright."


Bus drives by. Wife embraces daughter. Husband and wife waves goodbye, as daughter done the same.


Wife turns to husband, she smiles beautifully.


The camera is turned off.




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The camera is turned on. Behind the camera was the living room.


In front of the camera was proud father.


"Okay... It is two thirty-six, and school is out. Lara has left to pick her up so they should be home any min-"


Man's speech interrupted by loud noise, an explosion.


Man gets up to see, and he couldn't stand anymore.


"No... This can't- this isn't real..."


The camera is turned off.
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[MisterAntagonist]

The air was steady, and there were no other movement. Everything around what was left of the city, devoured by the gray. Nothing could describe the smell that lingered in the air, but surely was not a pleasant smell. If one were to stand and look at what devastation was left in the aftermath, their heart would sink, and the veins under their skin would freeze. What was such a lovely neighborhood was no longer what it had looked like. Now, a lifeless street cluttered with fragments of fallen homes and paper that were left to blow gently with the light wind that struggled to make its way by.





"Okay... It is two thirty-six, and school is out. Lara has left to pick her up so they should be home any min-"


A large explosion shook the entire block, as if there were an earthquake. The camera itself was shaken off the table and rolled to the floor. Chris covered himself from the blinding light. In a struggle he made his way to the window. Very far ahead was a single mushroom-like mass of gray cloud engulfed in flames. He couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. He dropped to his knees, and head lowered. "It's all a dream." He mumbled, just right before a giant dust cloud blew through his neighborhood. He felt the burn of the wind, knocking him against the wall, imprinting his body, falling unconscious. The last thing that he had seen was the ceiling collapsing above him. It was the end for him. Such a tragic ending for an early man with a new family.


Suppose that death declared, it was not his time to go yet.


Two hours after the blast, Christopher had not yet found himself under the rubble of what use to be his own home. He laid against a wall, completely powerless and delirious. Sooner he found where his arms and hands were, then his legs. His mind was no where to be found, and his eyes couldn't make out what was in front of him. His head suddenly began to throb, and pulsing shocks that sent nasty ripples throughout his body. It was probably the very worst pain he had ever felt in so long. But it was something that brought his conscious back to the reality. With all his strength, he pushed away the heavy remains that fell atop of him, freeing himself and able to move. Chris had struggled to stand on his two feet and using the wall to support himself up. Once he rose from where he laid, his worries were beginning to get the best of him, as he looked around in the rubble of what was left of his own home. Quickly he made his way to the main street through broken down wood and bricks.


Once he found his way to the main street, his mind had blanked out. His neighborhood was destroyed entirely. The people he knew were laying on the streets, motionless and covered in ashes, with fresh blood spilling on the gray. Chris could feel his stomach turn as his eyes scanned every inch of what he could see through the dust and clouds. As of now he wanted to throw up everything that was inside his stomach. A disaster so sickening, his throat closed up as he turned his head to look around. Burning cars, collapsing houses, all that made home was gone.


Of course, he was devastated, but if he was alive, the only thing on his mind as of now were survivors. He couldn't just be the only miraculous survivor in the rubbish of an explosion. Standing there was not going to do any good in situations like these, no matter how sudden the situation. If any action had to be taken, it was now. Looking left to right, he took the direction towards the city.