Prologue
Bang. Bang. Bang. The shots echoed in the child's ears. People were screaming for loved ones and to live. But this child did not care if she lived or died, she cared only of finding her father and mother.
Bang.
Blood spattered on the glass window, that allowed light into her room.
She heard screams, cries and shouts from downstairs.
Another shot went off before it grew quiet. Too quiet. Then sobbing.
A few minutes later her father came to her room, entering her view of site. But her mother was not there. She wondered why?
Four years later
The four year old child sat in an ally way, waiting for her father to come back.
There was no warning. The explosion happened fast.
She saw a white flash shoot up into the sky and felt a tremendous blast of air.
Bodies lay everywhere.
Nothing moved, nor spoke.
Then the screaming began.
She thought it was the end of the world.