(Y/n)'s POV
(B/n) = brothers name
(Y/n) = your name
(L/n) = last name
(Y/N) POV
"MOVE!" I shouted, launching myself at my younger sister as a bookcase had begun to fall where she had stood moments ago, which now fell onto my shoulders.
Sweat burst across my forehead as I struggled to support the weight of the wooden structure.
"(Y/n)!" My father called anxiously from the door, his face was twisted with fear and stress as he tried to find his way to me, but seeing as the room was falling apart by the second, there was just no way.
My younger brother and sister clung to his legs tightly, fear shining brightly in their eyes.
"Go! I'll --meet you-- out there!" I coughed, the dust becoming thicker and thicker as the room shook more and more. My father looked as if he would start arguing, but when a large chunk of the ceiling fell and bursted onto the ground in front of my siblings he knew I was right.
With a strangled cry he grabbed my siblings and hoisted them over his large, square shoulders and hauled them out of sight.
With my family now safe, I focused on my own situation, which wasn't very promising.
Taking a deep, labored breath, I pushed the bookcase away from me and into the wall, shattering into many different pieces.
I started to celebrate, but it was cut short when more pieces of the ceiling began raining down on me like a more intense version of a hail storm.
Frantic, I dodged my way out of the room and bolted out the front door.
Gasping, I fell to my knees in the front lawn and found my surroundings to be almost more chaotic than it had been inside.
The streets were fillled with screams and bodies, but what was really wierd was there where these types of, robots, storming around and shooting people with this pink liquid.
I wasnt quite sure what this stuff did to you, and I wasnt going to stick around to find out. So, as swiftly as I could, I ran back to my building and pressed myself against the crumbling outer-layer of the nasty brick entrance I had always hated, and grazed the crowd in search of my family.
It didnt take long to find my father, as tall and bright as he was, stumbling through the crowd like a drunk, some kind of pink goo masking his face.
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