Prompt: Your on your way home from work when an explosion send you down causing you to strike your head. Write about what happens next.
The massive explosion took everyone by surprise. It was devastating, the kind that could take the lives of every person in the city and leave them seriously injured, or worse. Everyone had been working late; there were people injured and people fleeing. The entire city became a warzone, fire raging through everything that was left standing. All of the survivors knew that something bad was happening to their hometown, but nothing prepared them for this. They ran in terror as they watched buildings begin to collapse around them. The smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring all vision, forcing everyone to run for cover as screams echoed through the streets. It felt like an eternity before they finally made it outside. The air was filled with smoke that caused most people's eyes to water while coughing from the ash that clogged their lungs. Everyone turned their attention toward their home, the building on fire, burning brightly and quickly spreading. I was there, under the smoldering debris from the blast. I remember how hard I tried to climb out, despite being completely piled underneath. My hands burned from the heat, but I managed to dig my fingers into the rubble just in time to barely pull myself out. My ears still rang from the initial blast, though they would soon began ringing from more things. From the sound of sirens. I woke up in an ambulance, help had thankfully arrived in time to save me. I don't remember too much about what happened afterwards. Everything was hazy. The paramedics said I suffered smoke inhalation and had sustained some minor burns. But it was not too serious given my current condition. I closed my eyes knowing at least I would be safe. It wouldn't be long before I would be okay. I knew it and I knew they knew it. Thankfully I would be safe, and that was good.
