It was a bad time and I didn’t know if it was the end of the world or just the end of an era.
The sounds all around me were defining and I could see children running down the streets crying.
Panicked, I tried to escape the town which I had come to call my home.
But to no avail.
None of us made it out.
It wasn’t the end of the world nor was it the end of an era but it was the end of a town.
My town, my home.
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