bombing

Date: 9/2/2019

i was in my 20s and living with kieran. we had a cute house and were enjoying life. our country whichever it was was under attack from another country. and they began invading. bombs were being deployed constantly but not from air, as the soldiers moved in people realized they were using suicide bombers. we had heard rumours that they were training animals to act as suicide bombers. animals would approach people in big or small ways and blow them up. we had to do many bomb drills where our whole neighbourhood would go to an underground bunker. one day it wasn’t a drill, we could hear chaos outside. i laid on kieran and he held me tight into his chest. i cried quietly. holding him back. we heard an extremely loud explosion and felt rattling, we knew the next closest bunker to us had been blown up. suddenly i could picture what happened from another person’s perspective. someone who could’ve easily been me. as me and my neighbour sat in the bunker anxiously, the chaos right above us- our hatch began to wind open. the top was pulled off and a sloth stuck his head down into our bunker. one of the creepiest things i’ve seen. it gave an odd look at the people, empty - and blew the whole thing to pieces. suddenly i saw back into my bunker. me and kieran held each other tightly and sobbed into him while he rested up and hugged me.