A strange thing was about to happen in a city, or rather a very large village.
It would start in the morning, an electric in the air, a tension none could explain. The feeling would peak and shatter at noon. And everything will explode.
For years to come it would be said that the sky split open and engulfed the city in a mushroom cloud, taking with it all life and civilization.
It would not be mentioned that four survived. It would not be said that four crawled out of the rubble and stumbled away. It would not be said that they caused the annihilation of a thousand people. Because by the time anyone was there to see the wreckage they had scattered, claimed by the wind, not to be seen for some time.
Not until the event repeated itself and they were followed.
