Charred black, dyed gray, bleeding red, and flaring orange: so this is the underworld.
First of all, it was hot. No summer you've ever lived through could beat the temperature right now, but yet it was snowing. However, it wasn't the soft, drifting puffs of white you'd catch with your tongue. It was gales of ash, flurries of sparks, whirlwinds of dust and gusts of dirt. The air wasn't fresh and crisp cool like the wintertime. It was choked with smoke and the revolting reek of scorched flesh that threatened your stomach to force out today's breakfast. Hellfire cackled and roared as they continued to induce chaos and mercilessly devour the city. There were barely any buildings in sight. Most were all blown to bits by the massive blast, reduced to either heaps of unrecognizable remnants or into skeletons of their framework. Whether they housed someone under there, you had no intention to find out.
In fact, you don't even have the will sit up. Your dull (e/c) eyes were blankly fixed on particularly nothing. There was nothing worthy enough to set your eyes on.
It was hard to believe what occurred on what seemed such a normal morning. At 8 AM sharp, you left the front door of your apartment building. Turning left, you took the usual route to your workplace in which you would've reached in 20 minutes. The same instant you spotted your destination, you were blinded by an extraordinary flash of white light. A split second later, there was a powerful burst of heat and you were sent skidding across the street.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to ban everything you've experienced today out of your mind and wished this was just an exceptionally bad nightmare. Oh, how you hoped it was just a dream... You don't want to live in this hell anymore.