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There was so, so much blood.
Screaming attacked my eardrums as I battled for my life against the harsh water. It tried to pry my mouth open, to inflate my lungs and murder me. I was flung into a wall, my own blood mixing with the pale crimson around me. I could feel myself getting weaker as I was thrown like a ragdoll, banging into my surroundings.
I was about to die.
Or at least, I was. I managed to wedge my slim fingers into the crevasse in the wall, miraculously finding an air pocket. I clung to the slim chance of hope I had as I watched the corpses float past me, the water slowly turning more and more red. The screaming had stopped, but only because the people who we're letting out the shrill cry had now either drowned or escaped. It was probably the former.
I stayed in this position until the water level eventually went down. Only then did I dare to venture out of my small haven. The water was still quite high, reaching up to my waist, but I waded through.
The breath was knocked from my lungs when I finally left the ruins of the apartment building I was staying in. All around me was pure destruction. Toppled buildings encircled me, fire licking from the floors far away enough from the nearly green water below. The few alarms that still worked were ringing out. There wasn't a human in sight.
My eyes widened in realisation. Everyone else was dead.
Another pained shriek sounded out, and it took me a moment to realise it was coming from my own parched throat. My family, friends, were all probably dead. Questions raced through my mind, like daggers were stabbing my brain. However, one question stuck out the most to me.
