I was reading a book until spotted Huzi taking our jar of valiums and sitting in the corner. She had taken a lot of them and was fairly doped up. On the radio, "WARNING! The nuclear strikes will be happening in less than five minutes, take cover immediately, do not leave your homes, and stay away from windows and doors!" It had just occurred to me what was happening, so I darted to the corner and held onto Huzi for dear life. Within no less than two minutes, I heard a loud noise and felt an intense heat. I could smell something burning but the thing that smelled the worse was my head. I could hear things cracking and breaking apart. I heard cars skidding and crashing. I could hear pained screams. After that, it seemed I had gone numb and I smell the sickening smell of what I think to be roast meat. Of course, it smelled like no ordinary meat, rather it smelled like something's flesh and, to make it worse, where I smelled it was my head. I opened my eyes and noticed blood running down my face, prompting me to reach up and touch my head. I pulled back when I had felt blisters. At least, Huzi doesn't appear to care, well, actually, she's still a little fucked up.
Struggling to pick myself up, I managed to make it to what was only parts of our house that was intact and peer out of the doorway. With hesitance, I left the doorway and went into a deathly silent world. The sky was grey, things were burnt, and it smelled awful. I walked about and discovered Yukari to knocked out and pinned under a tree and Ran's beloved was gnawing off his leg to try and get to her. I wanted nothing more than to help them both but there would be no way I'd be strong enough to lift up the tree or pull him out. At that realization and in tears, I walked over to him, apologizing for something I didn't cause but was nevertheless repentant.
The life we knew was gone and more suffering was to come.
"Chen, Chen, where are you?!"
"Help me!"
"Oh dear, Chen, I'm coming."