Title: Fragments
A/N: So, it took a while to post this. But I'll make up for it with two this time! Also, drabbles are a little hard to get used to—I keep thinking I should add more to the end. XD
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Most of the city was intact, the civilians huddling within their homes safe and unaware of exactly what happened. Hours after the battle, weary and fearful, they crept out to the empty streets. A dark sky greeted them, the neighbourhood fully intact, and it was almost as though nothing had occurred.
Even that odd moment where everyone woke up lying on the ground, their limbs strewn against the cold floor, even that seemed almost like a dream. Snippets of conversation made it through the static-filled radio, small updates on the situation. It was only the patrolling soldiers, scouting the roads for damages, that could tell them anything.
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The news:
"The Führer died."
"Mustang led a revolt."
"I don't know—I was only guarding the out posts."
"Headquarters were destroyed."
"He lives, still! I saw it; Bradley took them all on and pushed his way on."
"There were these monsters, not even a bullet could kill them."
"It's classified information."
"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know if your son is still alive."