Boy in Rubble: a "An Old Man's Lunch" Story

Prologue

Peter was just your regular boy, living out his life. After school, he rushed home, eager to play his new X-box 360. Slamming the door behind him, he rushed upstairs

"Pe-ter-, remember to wash your hands!"his mum shouted.

"I will"Peter shouted back.

Stopping at his travks, he looked down at the TV. It was broadcasting the news of the war.The war that their country was fighting in.

Ignoring the news, he ran into his room. Brushing away the toys on the floor, he activated the X-box. It glowed green and resembled an x. His TV screen in his room lighted up and he started playing.

"I love fortnite.I love fornite..."Peter hummed to the tune as he played Fortnite.

Outside, a loud explosion sounded. Peter looked outside. Nothing strange was happening, so he resumed to Fortnite.

After a moment , more explosions sounded, becoming more and more frequent.

One bright spot of light appeared above Peter. He watched in horror as it flashed until it went out in a large explosion.Peter ran for the bed and ducked under.

When he emerged from the rubble that was once his house. In the grey ash-filled sky, planes flew, dropping bombs. He saw the bloody hand of his mum, sticking out.Blood was splattered all over. His father was missing, presumed dead.The television was under the rubble, flickering and fading in and out.

"Citizens, we lost! I...I reeeeeeeeepeat...repeat.We lost!Evacuate!RUNNNNNNNNnNnnnnnnnnnnnnn..."