she stared on in horror as people climbed from the wreckage of what had once been a building, screaming and pleading for help, crying for assistance from His Divine Grace...
a boy comes running, shattering the shock that had been her shell, her protection for this disaster playing out in front of her very eyes...
the boy is gasping for air, trying to make it out of the smoke with his lungs intact...
firefighters spray the remains with their powerful hoses, grimacing as it hit bodies lying unnaturally contorted, rag dolls staring lifelessly at the heavens...
she tasted bile as she uncovered parts of people...
her heart sank as her investigation led her to the crumpled form of the boy who'd been screaming for aid, a brass plate lodged in his spine...
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Comments
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woah that is pretty intense. you can't help but give respect for people who do this kind of work for a living. Thanks for entering.
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