The World's Aftermath [ON MAJOR EDIT]

Prologue [Emily]

"I can't do this," her sobs muffled beneath thousands of other crying echoes. Behind these ruined walls were not much left to despair. So on so forth in time, there was no more hiding or fighting back. Only weeping the last tears until they could see the sun again.

"Just do what I say," he said. When he landed his hands on her shoulders, they were shaky. They couldn't tell from who-the constant trembling from her body, or his fear of losing control, perhaps both collapsing into a world of terror.

"I promise it'll be ok," he assured with burning intentions in his eyes.

"No! Just what do you think you're trying to do? This is insane, alright?!" She shrilled in cries and desperation. Skin wet as a blizzard storm, the sweat just never stopped seeping out. It's so dark outside.

"Insane as it is, it's what we got left," he said, voice so shook by cold terror, it could fall to the ground and shatter in seconds. "We've got no time left-no more, not for you, or her..."

Every minute, every drop of tears that fell down seemed like it mattered. There's a whole world of something that mattered more than this. People were so weak, they'd give up anything to isolate and feel free from chaos.

The pain on her stomach churned, and even more, upsetting nausea reeling through every organ, causing the horrible emotions to fall down into a deep dark chasm with burning fire, and as if this feeling was the worst she had for a lifetime. Monsters. Cries. Wails of sorrows. Grief. But she looks at him deeply, searching for the one she couldn't find. Hope.

"The baby...," she spoke weakly.

He took hold of her hand, letting the reminder consume his mind. The reminder of how much lost had been done in the past. They wrapped together in each other's arms, her head rested on his shoulders and she closed her eyes for a moment, shining the last memory in.

"Our child is your strength. Look at her and let her live for hope. Don't bring yourself down for nothing," he said, the voice sounded almost broken, for the bravest man she ever knew, it was only the soothing words in himself that made him stand and not fall. How long did it take for happiness to fade away? Watching the child grow before this. It all was nothing else but love and pain.

"How do you know? How are things going to be ok?" She gave up screaming, saving the least for the last.

"Trust me," he said softly. "You need to stay with the others, you'll be safe here. No matter how much it hurts, you don't leave this place," he held his breath hard so he felt no weaker. "I'll be back."

She heard the last whisper clearer. If it were in a distant, the echoes would still reach her and promise those three words were true. I'll be back. The first tear came rolling down his skin before he turned away and left the dark, crowded place. And yet, she felt it empty now, a lonely world. He was a part of her. She was the brain and he was the heart, bringing the body to life.

One last hope until we see sunlight. But she felt smaller, minimized into a tiny helpless broken thing, and nothing could ever heal her.

The explosion went off, it blasted through her ears, sending a cold dusty mist to rush past her, faster than the wind, stronger than anything.

People were fragile, they ducked and hid behind the corners or under the broken tables. She could only see the glints of arms and blurred faces through the dust, shielding her child with the leftover strength from her body. A sharp boom vibrated in her ears, she felt the pain, but she only let them in, breathless and limping. The longer it went, the more it split the lives of people in two.

Around her, some others were dead on the ground. A baby dead on the dusty concrete floor, a limp skinny elder with only her left arm covered in skin. Blurred lines of sight. A child in her arms. Who she didn't know was breathing or not. And a promise... I'll be back.

A strong kick wrecked with ten times the pain hit her stomach. She couldn't scream because one scream wasn't enough. And if there was only one more second depending on her death, the monsters will grab her throat anyway.

Our child is your strength was all that she could remember him say, wishing it could belong in her hands. And only her stomach answered, growling in anger as if it wanted her dead.

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