Nuclear detonation

Date: 2/17/2017

I was at a School college, not my own tho. I had more friends at this one, more people that I cared about there. There was also this beautiful Muslim girl there, we hadn't spoke much but she was amazing, I wanted to be with her. Something was happening, we knew of a bomb that was gonna detonate not far from us. It was way to far to effect us until we found out that it was nuclear. We knew for sure that there was a chance it could hit us when it blew. We shored up the school and fortified tiny hiding spots throughout the school that we all squeezed into and braced. The bomb blew and I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. I can't remember how long but not long after I opened my eyes and saw what looked like lava made of burning ash slowly sweeping the school, I ran from my spot and out of the building. I stopped and turned back and the river stopped. I can't remember how long past but I walked back in and I saw that others had tried to run but they didn't make it. They were stuck there like molten ash statues. I could remember seeing the panic burnt into their faces and I couldn't stand it but I wanted to look for survivors. I didn't find any in the building. Some time later I was still in the same place, other students that were hidden further away were gathering, emergency services were here. I remember walking back into the building and seeing that same Muslim girl, burnt on the spot and it hurt so much I felt so hopeless. I was overcome with grief. It then moved to some years after the attack, I was driving a car on the way to the garage with my girl friend, another survivor, we also went to the shop and remembered being so happy being with her, and thinking back to the attack and how it brought us together. She was horny as well so we rushed back home. I put the shopping away and went into the bedroom. She was laying on the bed facing the ceiling. I got into bed with her but it was like she didn't notice. I asked her what was wrong and she turned her head to me and looked me in the eyes. Then I remembered how many people died, how they were all burnt like ash statues with tiny rivers of lava for veins in their faces and the ash statue of the beautiful Muslim girl and how it had been replaced by ash and lava. It was then when I woke up