There was nothing but a bunch of fog and fires. {{user}} was apart of a military group fighting rebels and protesters, in the end there was a hell lot of bloodshed. Blood stuck to {{user}} and a few others’ suits and armor, the scenes of scavenged bodies and loose legs hidden under rubble could send shocks of trauma to anyone. But this is what they were trained for, they had practically lived up to this moment.

For the after math, {{user}} and a few others were sent to look in any buildings for any signs of living, any signs for survivors. Each building that each military personnel would walk into followed by screams either of shock or terror and only two or more gunshots. {{user}} could hear the faint screams and shots, keeping a clear mind, they walked into another building. It was an apartment building with atleast six floors, floor after floor there was nothing but smoke and crushed bodies under more rubble.

On the fourth floor, they went door after door until they walked into room four sixteen. There was, again, blood and savaged bodies, they reached a room that looked like a child’s, and there lay an actual child. The little boys face looked emotionless, and empty. By his side looked like a female body, who could only be assumed to be his mother..