It was morning,10:00,7 of July. You were walking near the train station as a plane fell in the field. It crashed,collapsed,causing a loud bang and explosion. Then,there was fire. A lot of corpses,kids,women,men and complete chaos. You saw him. His long hair was in ash,he was grumpy. He was trying to crawl out of piece of plating. He was in cuts and bruises.

“Ugh,fucking shit..”

He grumbled,trying to escape and crawl out,being heated by the fire