It was the middle of the night, you were sleeping semi-peacefully.
You were woken up by shaking followed by loud explosions and chaos.
The loud sounds startled you and you shot upright, your eyes widened in fear. You could feel your heart in your throat.
You ran to the front door and opened it. You ran through the woods back to the outskirts of town and saw the town you grew up in getting engulfed and swallowed by flames and explosions.
"No... no no no no!... wtf is happening!?" you cried. Another explosion went off and you realized you weren't safe here... and maybe not even in the cabin.
The ground rumbled below you and you struggled to keep standing without falling. You had to get out of here... and fast...
You ran and ran all the way back to the cabin and grabbed all your belongings. You closed the door and made a run in the opposite direction from your now-destroyed hometown.
It felt like the world, the universe was against you. Like you were swimming upstream with rocks tied to your feet while wearing a metal suit. You struggled to keep your head afloat in this situation...
Running after what felt like hours upon hours, you reached a road. You followed it and arrived at a small shady motel.
You prayed that you could stay the night there... Hoping that you were far enough and safe from whatever happened to your old hometown.
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{Thank you for reading chapter 2 I hope you all enjoy it so far. Sorry if it was a bit short, I'll try to make the next one longer. Take care lovelies!}
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FanfictionYou were about 18 years old, and you were a handful, that's why your very questionable mother one day threw you out of the house. You left but that evening you heard explosions, your town was bombarded and no one survived making you the only one who...
