Kazuo was at home, listening to music when the destruction began. When he saw the first fire start towards his house, he jumped to his basement. Everyone else had been out to a soccer game or something, so he was the only one to reach the basement. He curled up into a ball in the corner of his basement as far away from the door as possible. He covered up his ears to block out the screams of people and of the bombs coming down. Too bad he left his music player upstairs. He thought he heard the snaps and groans of houses coming down, but then again, he could just be imagining it in his panic. Luckily, his basement walls and ceiling and floor were all made out of rock and dirt, so they wouldn't catch easily.

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Irene had been walking down a busy road, with children laughing and playing in pools and stuff. She had been soaking in the sun, enjoying the warmth that danced on her face. Then she heard it. Bangs, and explosions. She had stopped herself as the sunlight slowly dissapeared. She looked up, seeing smoke covering the sky in a thick black sheet. She screamed just as the children were, and ran down the road, her black converse sneakers feeling thin and weak against the pain that shot through her foot. She screamed, falling to her knees. The pain was ############. She felt like she was going to die. She wanted to die. Her brown hair had suddenly became covered in dust and ash, when she heard another bang, and the children's screaming and crying stopped. It had killed the children. Tears stung at her eyes. She hated herself. She could've helped them, or tried to, at least. Instead of running away like a coward. She wasn't a coward, she was thetough girl! She continued to run, finding a house with a hole in the wall. She ran through the hole, found the cellar and locked herself in the dark room. She backed up into a corner, and squealed when she felt a body. She looked down at the strange male. (Kazuo, you are the body she bumped into. XD)

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Kazuo's face lifted from his knees in alarm. He had assumed it was either a little kid, or a soldier that had come to finish him off. But no, it was just some girl seeking shelter. He stared at her for a second, then studied the ceiling. "Is the town destroyed yet?"

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She gulped, quite shaken. "I.. don't know, it's slowly dissapearing.. god.. I could've saved  those children.." she felt hot tears run down her cheek, but she didn't sob. She sat down, pushing her knees as close to her face  as possible. She continued hearing bombs and everything being destroyed. "It's like Noah and his Ark. Except with bombs. And killing innocent children. What did they do!? Why does this world have to be... crap?!" She whispered a ton of bad words to herself, cowering. She shook and shook, she never felt so.. innocent and frail. She hated it, but she couldn't act big and bold while the world was slowly being destroyed slowly and painfully. She screamed for that one reason. "I let those kids die! They were.. They were playing... and... I could've saved them.. but I ran..."

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Kazuo shook his head. "You simply would have been killed yourself; there was nothing you could have done for them." He thought of his family and a single tear ran down his face. "The only thing we can do is honor them by surviving this."

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She lifted her head. "But there life was so short.. I lived.. I should've died, and they should've been able to live." she shook her head, and muttered, "if we survive.. it would be a miracle if we did. Bombs are flying everywhere, the sun is too scared to even show itself anymore. I can't believe this." She muttered. Then she heard a couple of loud, cracking noises. The walls of the house had fallen,only shaking the basementa little bit.

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Kazuo hid his face deeper into his knees and didn't reply. How would they survive? Even if bombs didn't kill them, they would eventually starve to death. Or if they could even get out, they would probably die anyway. Not many people would survive this.

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She simply laid on her side, thinking of good thoughts. Mine as well, especially if these would be the last moments on Earth. She whispered memories to herself, sang a song she had sung at the TalentShow two years ago and won, and then rested. She didn't fall asleep, of course. Who could? Especially with the bombs and the ground shaking.

But mysteriously, it all stopped, once Irene had gotten a cut froma fallen piece of glass that cut her shoulder.She grimaced. Her eyes widened and she sat up. The bombs, the screams, the shaking. Had stopped. She screamed. "Did we survive?!" Then she heard the sound of planes slowly drift away. She heard talking and footsteps walk past, the crunch of rubble. She held her breath, and when she heard aplane upclose, and fly away, she knew whoever it was, was picked up, and gone now. She breathed slow,quietand deep. "We... we..."

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Lisa woke to the sound of waves, rippling against the shore. Was she alive? She stood up, steadying herself. She had to find more survivors. The screaming had died down now, leaving small flickering flames, dancing in the wind. Pulling her windswept hair from her face she squinted into the distance. There was no one visible, either hiding or dead. A strangled sound came from her throat as she coughed up ash and dust. Was she the only one? She looked back up to the cliff where she'd been sitting just an hour ago. She had to find more people. More survivors. She took a step forward and shrieked in agony as her leg gave way beneath her. A searing pain shot up her spine and she collapsed again. She winced, as slowly she tried to coax her leg up. 

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Irene inched her way up, going to the crackling steps. She stepped on one, then the other. When she was on at least the fifth step, it collapsed. Nothing was left of stairs. She fell, scraping her bare arms, and her knees. She shook her head, and reached her arm up,grabbing a strong piece of rock, and pulling herself up. When she reached the door, she knewthis would be difficult. She reached her arm out, and unlocked it, pushing it open. She pulled herself up. Rubble, Fires. The walls had detached and had fallen in piles of siding and stuff. Cars were on fire, some even exploded, bikes were twisted.. humans lay on the ground. She ended up puking, but she let it out by a torn up tree. When she finished, she walked around, her converse sneakers crunching the rubble beneath her- did she hear bones crack?! She didn't know, it could've been anything.  

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