The North PacificBoard

A small boy puts his hand over his forhead trying to block out the sun and looks up. He sees dozens, wait no hundreds, of New anarc B-52s flying over his city. The boy lets out a gasp at the sight. The sound is incredible; thousands of engines going at once. Propelling each plane at over 250 miles per hour. The young boy can’t wrap his head along what is happening, he has no way of knowing.

“Otto! Get inside!” Screams of familiar voice with pure terror.

The young boy turns around and sees his mother at the back door with tears in her eyes. She is  calling for  Otto to come to her.

The young boy, named Otto, runs to his mother now scared. He runs right into his mother’s arms and she gives him a hug. Gripping the boy a little to hard. Otto let’s out a small “oww” and the mother let’s go.

Otto’s mother grabs the boy by the hands and runs down into a small basement under the stairs. The house they live in is nice. Two  stories, a large living room/Library, a  kitchen, and the upper story all bedrooms.

About half way down the stars they hear it. At first it sounds like a million screens at once, then the ground rumbles, throwing both of them down the stairs and onto the hard cement. The mother realizes instantly bombs are dropping on there city. Each bomb makes a horrifying sound and shakes the earth as if god himself is using earth as a stress ball. The young boy and his mother manage to crawl into a  corner.

Otto is now crying, not understanding what is going on. The boy is no older then 3. The basement it small, no larger then 30 Square feet. The mother has to squat when she moves.

For the next 20 minutes the earth shakes and sounds of Needles penetrate there ears. The mother believes the devil himself orders this, as no man could unleash such terror upon humanity.

One bomb lands right next to the house, sending pieces of the roof crashing down upon the two family members. Otto let’s out a high pitched scream and his mother holds him even tighter.

As soon as it started; it stops. The family waits in the basement for half an hour crying. Then finally the mother walks up the stairs and into the house... or what’s left of us. When she tries to open the door it’s blocked. After a few pushes she finally gets a pice of wood off of it.. what she sees brings her to her knees

The house is gone. Only one wall is left. The same is said about her whole neighborhood. She can hear screams for help a few houses down. In the distance a large fire burns. The young boys fallows his mother out of the basement. He looks around then hugs his sobbing mother.

Their city is gone... along with their Spirit.

Aerilia wrote:

Unfortunately I can only pick one option :(