Final Fantasy VII prelude:
The rise of shinra
Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy or any of the final fantasy characters.
Chapter 3: The Aftermath
"SLAM!" went the cellar door as Culser opened it to find his house in wreckage.
There were blocks of wood and other substances lying around as far as the eye could see. Almost no houses still stood. It was near impossible to move around from place to place in this wreckage. A few people had surfaced from their houses but not many. The air smelled of death. Many people that Culser could see were weeping about their losses. He didn't even think about his mother for a while. He was in so much shock he didn't really think about anything. That was until he saw the limousine body still in the driveway covered by shards of many different things.
He frantically ran over and started throwing the rubble off the car and onto the ground which was covered in debris already. He worked for what seemed like hours. He felt sweat or tears role down his face he couldn't tell which. He was finally done clearing the remains of the car when he noticed that the car doors were smashed in and couldn't be opened. He had an idea he took a big piece of rock and chucked it through the window with as much strength as he could muster. He climbed through the window. The car was very musty and dark he couldn't see a thing. He could smell a very rich and terrible smell it smelled like blood.
Culser tried to turn on the car's light and to his surprise it worked but not brightly. He turned towards the back of the car but only to bear witness to one of the worst sights he would ever see. What he saw would be with him for the rest of his life. He saw his parents, both of them. Their bodies were mangled together blood smeared over both of them. Their clothes were ripped off mainly and they had shards of car parts sticking in both of them. Blood dripped off his mother's chin which was mashed into her chest. They had a big shard of plastic sticking straight through both of them pinning them together.
A swarm of fruit flies flew in and started to feast on his mother and fathers' dead corpses. Her heart hung out of her chest and Culser would have latter sworn he saw it beat once. Blood streamed out of the torn veins that were connected to the heart. He started to cry but his body had no more water to cry with so instead his eyes dried up and crusted until he almost couldn't see anymore. He blinked but it didn't help very much.
He climbed out of the car and decided to go for a walk on the beach. The high voltage towers in the ocean had fallen and were laying on the beach. Flies and insects were swarming the beach. The sand was stained with blood in many places. He fell down on the sand face first and cried right into the wet sand. He cried for what seemed like hours. After a while he started to get cold but there was no shelter. He sat up and held himself.
It soon got so cold that he decided that if he wanted to last the night he had to build a fire. He went back down into his cellar were his family usually kept their wood for building fires in the fireplace. He got enough to last him a night. And set off for the beach where at least the ground wasn't covered with wreckage. He took a piece of flint, some paper and a steel pipe. He placed the wood in a tepee shape and put the paper inside. He took the flint and struck it with the steel pipe multiple times he kept getting spark after spark and finally it lit the paper.
He didn't have long so he kept feeding it paper until he was sure the wood had caught on fire. This was the routine he had practiced many times in his house while making fires with his father. He got a good fire going, fed it enough wood to keep going for hours and then went to sleep. It was a terrible night the sand was wet and not fun to sleep on. He must have woken up more than ten times during the night and was uncomfortable the whole night.
He finally woke up and it turned to morning. The beach smelled like old fish and the sun was hot and bright. He tried to sit up but his back was killing him. He tried to stretch it out as much as possible before he sat up again. He did succeed in making it crack quite loudly in fact. He sat up and wiped himself off from the sand but he had to pry his eyes open they had been crusted shut with sand and salt.
He opened his eyes only to see that he was alone and his fire had gone out during the night. He looked out into the ocean and cursed the planet for what it had done to his family. He vowed that one day he would become powerful at the expense and the pain of the planet. He looked out into the ocean and stared onto the horizon for almost 3 hours without moving at all. He would have stayed like that for much longer had some thing not gotten his attention.
He moved his eyes down the beach where the sun had reflected of a strange object and shined into his eyes. He stood up regardless of the immense pain in his legs. He walked further down the beach towards the object which now appeared to be a crate or box of some sort. He became curious about what was inside so he took the steel pipe that he used to make the fire in attempted to pry it open but to no avail because it wouldn't open. He kicked the capsule and it rolled over revealing a hatch on the side. He bent down to the crate and popped open the hatch. What he found inside would change his life forever.