As she sat there, typing up her fanfiction of the world's most famous (or infamous, you decide)video game ever, she nearly fell from her chair when her mother called from downstairs.
"Honey, I'm going out to the store!"
"Okay mom,"
"Make sure you feed the dogs!" Her mother called.
Rolling her eyes, Kira stood up, turned the computer off and pushed her ponytail behind her shoulders. She took off down the stairs to check on the dogs.
After feeding them, she grabbed a plate for herself, making what she calls the "Talos Sandwich" while adding some left over French fries from the other night. She was a Skyrim fan, and named any food that she made or came across after the lore of places, races, items, gods, daedra, and the foods she found throughout the game.
As soon as she poured the ranch dressing over her fries and sandwich (she has an obsession with ranch dressing for some strange reason), she plopped herself down onto the couch to watch tv. The news was the first thing that popped up, usually her mother was watching the news station or the Today Show/Morning Show, and if it wasn't that, she was watching boring soap operas or other such stupid sitcoms.
There was a sudden loud rumble, followed by an explosion and falling rocks made of lava and fire balls shooting down from the skies. One of them crash landed into the living room while another went through the ceiling from one of the extra rooms upstairs. With a startled shriek, she ushered the dogs inside, locking the back door so they wouldn't try to run back out. The shaking of the earthquake was enough to throw her off her feet. Her big dog, Rusty, started barking, whining and yelping as she carefully guided him away from the fire that started all around them.
The smallest dog was killed by the fire, rocks and other falling pieces from the ceiling. The largest dog (German shepard) was easier to spot and pull aside with her. Her father ran in from the garage side of the house, telling her to take the dogs and come with him to look for their mother and get some extra help if necessary.
Fire balls continued to plummet into the ground, killing people and destroying buildings left and right. People screamed and ran down the streets, pushing and shoving each other as the police struggled to organize and gain order again in the city.
Her father pulled the car over to the side. Kira followed as he stepped out, watching with wide eyes as he grabbed her hand and tugged her along to look for his wife.
Kira feared for her mother, who was missing somewhere in all the chaos. Pulling up to a parking lot, she jumped out the car and followed her father into the market as they looked for her mother , bodies ripped apart and strewn apart all over the place. They were starting to lose hope about ever finding her. How were they ever going to find anything in a bloody massacre?
After an hour of searching, they finally found her under a ceiling piece.
Giving one more tug, they able to remove the rubble. Her mother was gone, dying on impact from the falling ceiling.
"Miranda/Mom!"
"We need to go," Kira tried to pull her dad away, "This whole place is going to fall down!"
"Why bother," Her father mourned. "It's the end of the world, in case you haven't noticed."
Before she was able to fully convince him to get up and come with her, a large flaming boulder knocked her down, killing her on impact as well.
