The Only Thing to Fear
She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, and the sound of her mother’s footsteps right behind faded as the whistle, silence, and boom overtook any other sound of the night. Whistle, silence, boom. Whistle, silence, boom. The flaming light and black smoke were close as Helen made it outside and down the path to the shelter.
Her hand reached for the door, but before it made contact another explosion erupted behind her, and for a moment she felt as though she were flying...
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