*vuuuurr-cuduboom*
Rose sat up right up straight away, her heart pounding. A cloud of dust hit her face, which made her cough, she rubbed her face and looked to the direction of the sound, only to be blinded by daylight. Rose saw that the sound was the bed that had now collapsed into the bunker. The wood was now scorched, the blanket burned, as well as the bed wool.
Rose, woth her fear growing, looked up at the open trapdoor. She had to go out, she had to see what happened. Even though she just wanted to stay inside, fearing what was above.
Slowly, she climbed over the now destroyed master bed, and climbed up the stairs. She poked her head out, only to be blinded by the sunlight, shielding her eyes, she climbed out of the bunker. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the light, and then everything came into focus.
Her parents master bedroom, or what was now left of it, was now a complete total chaos. Black marks smeared whatever walls left were standing. The furnitures of boxes, chests, and nightstand, were now piles of shattered burnt wood. Pictures of the family, and her mothers paintings were now permanently damaged. There was one particular picture, Rose found laying in the ruins, was a half burnt picture of her and her family. She was standing in the middle, smiling, as well as everyone else, her parents and brothers. It was a quickly drawn picture of them on the day of her adoption.
Rose stuffed the picture inside her dress. As she did, she noticed there were still little bits of flrickering flames. But what surprised her more, was that the candle-loke fires were colored in what looked like purple. Rose quickly left the bedroom, and went into what was once the hallway. Rose saw that her bedroom as well as her brothers, had suffered the same burning fate.
Rose knew she had to get out, she had to find someone, anyone. She had tp get help, but first, she needed to look for survivors. Surely she wasn't the only one. For a start, she rushed to the backyeard, where they kept Jess. What awaited her made her stop in her tracks.
There was Jess, laying still on her side, an arrow was peirced right through her forehead. A look of horror across her wide blue eyes. Rose turned quickly away, heartbroken. She then made her way through the destroyed remains of the kitchen and living room to the fromt door. The door was scortched down as well.
And then, there was the village.
She carefully walked out and stood in the middle of the cobblestone road. All around her, houses had also been burnt and broken, some had even been been torn down into a pile of rubbish. And there were spots where dancing of pirple flames moved with the wind like a blade of grass.
"Hello?"
Rose called out, keeping a sharp lookout for any sign of anything. Anythimg moving or not. Rose walked briskly towards where the river was.
"Is there anyone out here?"
She called again, panick hinting in her voice. That was when she saw it. That was when she saw the bodies. Rose counted the bodies and made out three.
The first one she recognized was a villager. Who lay motionless on another body. The body beneath the villager wasn't recognizable, due to the villagers blood covering the persons face. But the person beneath was whereing a dark grey jacket.
The sight of it almost paralyzed Rose with horror. She stumbled back in fright, her sromach feeling like fire. Rose thought she was going to throw up.
She spotted movement in the corner of her eye.
Rose turned to see the third body slightly shift. Instantly, she sprinted towards the person, kneeling at the persons side. The first thing she noticed was the slash on the front of the persons chest. The cut was diagonal and was slightly to the left. Ripping open the deep red shirt the person was weaering. Rose gently put a hand on the survivors forehead and said.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
The persom suced in a breath and only replied in a, "Mhmph."
The pearson lifted their head, trying to sit up, but Rose carefully placed the persons head down in her hands. Rose could tell the person was in critical pain. She spoke.
"It's alright, you're gonna be okay. Let's get you to the bunk, it'll be safe."
The person let out a, "Mhmph."
To Roses surprise, the person sat up, grunting as Rose helped him to his feet. He was was tall, and he was burly. He slouched forward in pain. If he stood upright, he top of Roses head would reach up to hos shoulders. He was wearing a dark grey jacke, and his whole face was covered in grey dirt and ciders, as did his hands and his chest.
With one arm around her, Rose helped take the man to the bunk. There she could tent to him. As they left, Rose prayedcin her mind, thanking God that there was a survivor.
