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|The Aftermath|

When Havana opened her eyes, it was the next morning. Although she wasn't aware. No sunlight greeted her this day, just a rusty old bulb hanging from a ceiling. Her vision was blurred. She woke up confused.

She saw her son shaking her shoulder, bringing her back to consciousness. "Ma.." Said her son Andre. He looked in her eyes deeply, checking to see if she was alright. "What...what happened? Where's your father?- Shh..we can't be making much noise." Whispered Jamal, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't remember what happened...New York is being taken over by some evil creatures but...we all came down here and then I just.." Said Havana.

"We can't think much about it now. We need to be quiet and eat." Said Jamal. He quietly rambled around in a box that sat on the floor. He found a can of spinach, and peaches. Other ones as well. "Here, Ma. Eat.." Said Andre. He opened the can, and she started to eat out of it slowly.

"It's hot in here.." sighed Hakeem. He sat with his back against the wall, the silence eating him alive. Their mother seemed to be in a panic of confusion. "Dad said he was coming back. We don't know when, but he said he'll be back." Said Jamal. "How can he come back? After all that's happened, how can he survive?" Asked Havana. "We gotta Keep hope, ma. In the meantime we need to be focused on preparing ourselves to survive." Said Hakeem.

Havana panted.









They remained a few days in the cellar. They never knew for how many, or if either their minds tricked them into extending time because of boredom and fear. The best they had to protect themselves, was an axe and bat. Cookie found their pistol down there as well.

"We're leaving out of here soon. We'll suffocate if we stay in here." Said Andre.

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Another presumes day had passed, and the family had nervously prepared to exit from the cellar. They kept their weapons at their waists. Andre walked up to the large steel door. The suspense rose as he and his family prepared to see what was on the other side. He slowly began to unlock it. He twisted the knob and pulled.

A large beam of sunlight burned their eyes, shooting inside reflecting off of their bodies. Too much sunlight for the basement level. It was strange. He opened the door a bit more, peeking outside. "Do you see anything?" Asked Havana, staying far away from it. "No.." he said. He opened the door completely. Nothing but silence. He slowly stepped out, nothing but emptiness. Almost peaceful.

Their home was destroyed, but all of the walls were still up. Besides a couple of holes in the ceilings.

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