The Bombs

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(Serry POV)
I hid inside of apocalypse warehouse, the sound of bombs darting into the earths crust was rising, in the distance I saw my parents racing towards the warehouse with more supplies. There were explosions behind them, they were going to be late. The explosions got closer as the crashed got louder, they were almost there. Then someone started to help them run. It was a guy, looking my age, purple hair, dyed like my red kind. He carried my parents supplies as they ran like hell, they made it... All thanks to him.
"You made it oh my god! Thank you! What's your name?!"
"Iven...."
His voice was cute.
"Thank you Iven..."
Iven rubbed his head. "I think something hit me in the way..."
"Are you bleeding?" I asked.
Iven moved his hand and looked at it to check. "No..."
"Then just walk it off.." I said. Yes, I know it was rude, especially to the person who saved my family's butt. It's just my personality...
I stood up and helped my family with the rest of the errands around the shelter.

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