I opened my eyes to a drastic scene, the floor was splatter led with shards of broken glass, people lying silently they almost looked peaceful. This was interrupted by a painful ringing in my ear and a thrombin in my head similar to a massive hangover, not that I would know what that's like though, the room began to spin as I tried to move, I felt every peice of glass move in my body as I did, I flopped back to the floor in defeat.
I tried to look around to see if I could see anyone I recognised, but to no avail, I reached for my phones but it had been in my pocket on the side that I landed on, and the screen was pulverised, as I held my phone in my hand I noticed.
My left blazer sleeve had been ripped off in the blast and now all that remained was a blood soaked white shirt.
I pushed myself up with my forearm and reached to my abdomen with my already bloody arm, I felt a rather large shard of glass in my side, I scrambled my way towards a table and grabbed onto it and pulled my self to a more upright position. Then my vision went blurry, I could have sworn I heard someone say something, but then that same noise shool the world once more and I felt myself fly into the air and it a wall before it all went dark again.
