Chapter 3

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My mind was a mess.
Where's mom?
Where did everyone go? People just can't vanish randomly during the night!

I twirled my long blonde hair around my finger, one of many things I do while under stress. I walked on the sidewalk, taking note of every unusual thing that I saw.

As I neared the end of the block, I counted 6 flipped cars, 23 uprooted or half-fallen over trees, 25/30 houses with caved in roofs and PLENTY of debris and random chunks of who-knows-what scattered everywhere.

Logically, this makes absolutely no sense... I thought to myself

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I woke up again, this time, I was convinced I wasn't dreaming. Panicking, I jumped out of bed and walked to my mirror that propped up beside my dresser. Petting my quiff, I came across crusty dried blood. I felt around for a scratch that must have caused the dried-on blood. Nothing.

I causally got dressed, avoiding bits and pieces of debris. About 1000 tiny shards of glass gathered on the floor alongside with tons of small wood splinters.

"Whatever happened last night, completely broke my window." I said as my heart race quickened.
I paused a moment to think. Maybe it was just a minor earthquake. We do tend to get quite a few of them around here in Brookside, Colorado.

Retreating from my room, I walked down what was left of our stairs to go make breakfast. When I got down to the last step, I half expected my dad and mom to greet me. But all I got was quietness of my breathing.
As soon as I registered my surroundings, my jaw dropped, smashed glass was everywhere. Every window in the dining room was smashed, every window in the kitchen was smashed. The ceiling was still intact but there was small cracks that decorated it like icing to a cake.
Pieces of wood shavings and plenty of ceiling dust made the atmosphere feel like you entered a carpenters workshop.

"Mom? Dad? Are you guys home?" I called out starting to panic.

Even if I am 17, I still worry and get scared easily if I don't know where my parents are. That will never change.

I walked around my house, searching high and low. I was now convinced that this was something worse than a 'minor earthquake'.

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