I remember being hurriedly pushed toward the flying ship by panicked voices howling peril. They spoke of a great heat inside me.
What was happening?
Somehow, it was too late.
Now, all around me is twisted metal, smoking wreckage. I shudder. Soot covers my hands and feet. Away from me, the skyscrapers appear spotted and streaked. Near there is only ruination and debris falling like paper rain. Great buildings that stood here only moments ago are gone. Here I am in the midst of it all.
I’m alone and lost and scared.
And, all the blast lines point to me.