It all happened at once, the flash and the screams of terror. I saw my family running in front, away from the fight behind.

I couldn't keep up, I started to loose sight of them. A tree twisted around my ankle, dragging me to the floor.

That's when the tears started, I felt them leaving their mark on my cheeks.

The shadows of my family finally disappearing into the darkness as I fell unconscious.

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