A Event of Nuclear Proportions

Avatar Author: StudMuffin (LoA) I'm 20. I live in Hastings, UK. Uhhh I'm going to school for illustration, but sometimes I just, like, love writing. Back when I was 15, I was a member of this site in it's earliest days and I stopped using it after ... Read Bio

He was sleeping when the bomb went off.
The explosion didn’t wake him, he was a heavy sleeper.
No, what woke him was the body that went flying through his window, only to slam against the wall, leaving a trail of blood and an arm lying on the bed.
A fucking arm.
He ran into his bathroom, lay down against the wall. He didn’t know what to do.
He opened the door just enough to get a view of the mushroom cloud that was forming outside.
He was about to close his door when a missile fired through his roof, through his floor, on to the ground a few feet in front of the apartment complex, the explosion shattered his only intact windows, and sent everything in sight flying in all directions.
In the air, he hit his head on the bottom of a car.
He didn’t wake up for seven weeks.

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  1. Avatar StudMuffin (LoA)

    He was on like the twentieth floor!

  2. Avatar Marli

    He certaimly was high on something…didn’t realise it was the apartment .Good one muffy

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