As Jack lies unconscious, He hears a familiar voice. A voice he has not heard in a while. "M-M-Mom!?" Jack Said. He can only see darkness. But he can still hear the voices he has not heard in a while. He sees hands. Hands targetting him. While he listens to the voices of his deceased mom, he cries in agony. "Why, WHY!? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?" He wakes up. He wakes up to the familiar bench he has been sitting on for months every day, destroyed. The city, gone. He hears sirens of firetrucks and police cars, the screams and crying of children.
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