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Obliteration...

It's the only word I know, its the word that described what happened here.

It was complete destruction.

It began on a normal day awhile I was finishing up a Chemical Expirement in my Mushroom House, I was busy making myself some Hydrochloric Acid. It's an acid usually dilluted in the average animal's digestive tract, but in large amounts can eat away at matter like crazy. I seen it dissolved a squirrel one time, but that's an entirely different story.

I'm not like the other Smurfs, one things for certain is that my skin is grass green instead of sky blue, another is that I'm 4 apples tall instead of 3 apples tall, and another was that I have a full head of brown hair instead of baldness. My clothes were camouflaged, I wore camouflaged pants and smurf hat. Sometimes I wear a camouflaged jacket, sometimes I don't. I'm actually quite lean compared to the Smurfs, and my metabolism is quite slow. I could go three days without feeling hungry, in fact my slow metabolism is a great advantage to whats to come.

Unlike the other Smurfs who seemed to be always happy and enthusiastic, I'm quite the opposite. I'm sometimes grumpy, sometimes angry, and almost always never smile. Only on special occasions that I ever show my teeth, it's not rotted or anything but my emotions are mostly neutral. I'm not that social, I'm authorative. So authorative that Papa Smurf seemed to fear the sight of me almost, all the other smurfs respect me and I also respect them back.

I have nothing to loose, my Human Father had left me and my Smurfette Mother died giving birth to me. I always wondered why Smurfs can't physically reproduce, it doesn't make sense. Without Sexual or Asexual Reproduction, Multi-Celluar life would be impossible.

Yes, I'm that smart. That was on my mind as I put away my 21st century lab equipment and I stared out the window afterwords, my home happened to be the closest to the lake that happens to be sitting next to the Smurf Village. Such a large lake, I nearly poisoned it several times.

I suddenly spot something flying in the sky, it looked like metal and it was reflecting sunlight as it comes closer to the village. I walked out of the mushroom house and get a closer look with binoculars, it looked like a plane. It is a plane, but something wasn't right. They were triangular shape, painted black, quite cool looking. They weren't making much of a sound, they don't look friendly and that's what hit me.

The smurfs didn't noticed the aircraft, nor can we all hear them approach. My fight and flight response kicks in, my instincts soon take over. I ran inside and pressed a button, aluminum metal sheets descends on the outside of my windows and seals them up, the front door was soon sealed as I remove some wood from the floor revealing a basement.

It was my personal bomb shelter, designed to withstand Nuclear Fallout including Indirect Fire from powerful explosives. It's well down into the earth, I had stocked up food and water for two weeks. There was even a vent that leads to the outside, I could seal it up in there was a Chemical Attack. I sure hope there won't be, I know what Chemical Burns was like by expirence. I'm a Scientist who practice Chemistry after all, or was starting to.

The basement was the same width as the mushroom house, wide enough to walk around in and the only light I have was a few candles I keep on the bottom of the floor. After I lit them, I felt the ground shook.

Muffled noises of explosion rocks above, I sat alone in the dark listening to bomb after bomb fall and detonate on the ground with massive force as I hear my fellow Smurfs scream for mercy. Smurf, I probably counted 237 explosions before I lost count. The bombing lasted for about 20 minutes, it was quite short. With one final great explosion that vibrated the ground for a few seconds everything went silent.

It was selfish of me for not taking a few smurfs into the shelter, but honestly Selfishness wasn't the case. I wanted to but there just was only enough supplies for one Smurf and since I'm very conservative, there wasn't very much.

I blown out my candles and head back up the stairs and opened the hidden door, everything apepars to be shooken out of place when I came out of the basement and into the main room. With the windows sealed, it was still dark. I pressed the same button I pressed earlier and the aluminum sheets withdrow and letted in a lot of light, nearly blinded me.

When I opened my front door and stepped outside, what I saw seemed worse than Hell.

The entire Smurf Village... destroyed, almost a few Mushroom houses remain standing as everything else were partially destroyed to total collapse. There were craters all over the place, they were quite large and there were debris on fire. The trees nearby were toppled over and knocked to the ground, it looked like a battlefield. A simple Blitzkreg it seems, the offender had made quick strike at the village and little standing. My own home was what's little standing.

"Smurf!" I called out, "Are there any Smurfs!"

The only response I got was the echo of my voice, I looked a little closer and saw the final piece of the picture. Dead Bodies.

There were dead smurfs everywhere, familiar neighbors now lie dead on the ground who only minutes ago were at their prime. Not only were they dead, some were in pieces and were missing a few limbs or two. Organs were also spreaded apart with blood spilling onto the ground, a few smurfs appeared to be smashed up against the walls of their homes.

"So they tried to blow us up?" I asked myself, "They didn't come over here in person to kill us so they blow the village up, they killed my friends, nearly killed me. For what?"

As I thought of that answer, I gone through the mushroom homes that had collapsed. I only pulled out dead bodies, I pulled out Greedy Smurf and Painter Smurf. If Painter Smurf were still alive, I bet he wound paint the graphic image of the Smurf Village for history.

I counted up the Smurfs bodies I salvaged, after an hour I managed to get to 27 and I began to hear a baby cry. I looked around the corner, and saw Baby Smurf. The infant was sitting in a clearing full of dead smurfs, with a dead Smurfette lying next to him face down. He survived, and now I'm stuck with him. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms, he continues to cry as I sat him in a spot where I could see him.

I picked up Smurfette's body and took it over to the pile, then I picked up all the other bodies in the area and carried them on my back to the pile. I counted the bodies up to 54 when I stumbled upon what's of Smurfette's house, entirely gone and unrecognisable. Papa Smurf's house was untouched though, I looked inside and didn't see the Village Leader inside.

Brainy Smurf's house was also untouched, no sign of the smurf himself anywhere. "Missing," I wrote next to their names onto a clipboard which was full of dead smurf's names.

No sign of the Smurflings yet, though I could still hear Baby Smurf's crying. Just about when I counted to 78 dead smurfs, I realized that the chances on finding a single adult smurf alive was slim.

Just when I finished dragging both Hefty and Brainy Smurf's bodies back to the pile, I began to comb the village floor for the Smurflings. There was no point in calling out their names, I don't want to give out my voice. I soon walked past a collapsed mushroom house, and I heard smurfy noises.

"Hello?" I called out, "Is anyone there?"

"HELP!" cried a loud squeeky voice, "HELP ME!"

TO BE CONTINUED...