Sweat dripped down my temple as I breathed in for more air. We had to run for the past 7 minutes to get to were we need to be. My heart thumped as I stopped for a break. I heaved my way towards the ground just to rest. Mark did so as well, but somewhat and fairly close to me. I could here his heavy breathing as I saw his rising and falling chest in the corner of my eye. His white teeth gleamed in the smoky horizon. "So this...is funny to you?" I asked concerned and panting. Mark just lightly laughed. "Of course not. I just can't imagine what Jack might be thinking right now."
I stared at his amused face. "Who's he?" I inquired. This Jack seems to be his main thought right now so he must be important. "One of my good friends."
I changed the subject on a more urgent thing. "The rock is about two minutes more that way." I stated. Marks face fell as he rolled his eyes. I wouldn't say we were the...best of friends.

Exactly two minutes later we finally reached the rock. I sighed with exhaustion as I stretched across the rock. "I have been waiting for this!!!!" I shouted, hearing the echo of the landscape before me. I flopped around and kissed the rock, as if it gave me ultimate power. "Thank God!" Mark said while ruffling his hair. His muscles flexed as his shirt crunched around his biceps. My cheeks burned and I looked away quickly out into the land, hoping he didn't see me.

And that's when I saw it. The bomb shelter.

But not how I wanted it to look like.

It was crushed.

Flattened.

Destroyed.

"No." I simply said. "This...this can't happen. No!" Mark walked up by my side and cupped his hands over his open mouth. "Holy shit." His voice spoke muffled.

And the image still brands in my brain. The picture that bombs had painted. The burned grass and the fiery embers that floated in the air.

That's when I knew my parents were gone.