Snippet #1750207

Sam would have kept running if she hadn’t seen the explosion in the sky. Yes, and explosion in the sky. Two years back it would have seemed odd. She would have made something up in her mind. Maybe (By some odd coincidence) two planes had crashed in mid-flight. Or maybe some stupid kids had set off a massive amount of fireworks. Heck, maybe even today she could have deluded herself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was something, somewhere in the realm of normal.

But the explosion was fucking black! It looked as if a huge glass orb had been shot up into the sky and then exploded into shards of darkness. It was just bizarre. And it was obviously something supernatural. The source seemed to be directly ahead. Maybe a mile or so down the bridge? And that meant a bit more than five miles away from where she stood. In other words, about half an hour if she ran.

A normal person would have run as fast as they could AWAY. But not Sam. What if someone was in trouble over there? She couldn’t live with herself if someone got hurt because she was too afraid to take action. She picked up the pace and began to run towards the bridge, even if it meant burning off the only calories she would eat in a while.
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About half way there, Sam saw another explosion. Except this time it looked as if two planes had actually crashed in the sky. The thought was frightening. Two explosions in the same place in less than an hour meant that some serious shit was going down, and Sam almost turned around. But she didn’t. If someone was hurt she was going to help. And if someone was causing this they where going to get there asses kicked… or burned off.

However, when Sam got there (surprisingly ‘there’ was actually ON the bridge), she stopped in her tracks. There was a rather tall (Although she was probably taller) boy with silver hair and a slightly shorter, ginger boy. They both looked a bit scary, though it was probably the dead bodies. Oh god… the dead bodies. Sam hoped that they weren’t dead. She didn’t know what she would do if they were dead. She had seen plenty of dead people in her days on the street. But they were never standing right next to their killers. And that’s when she did the first non-brave thing all day.

She stayed perfectly still and hoped that they wouldn’t notice the person in the distance.