Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160803073656/@comment-13488655-20160804064818

The man who had his briefcase stolen was practically no more. Whatever was left was too chared to see among the pieces of burt broken wood or hidden under the rubble. The man who was sitting outside was crawling away from the restrant with whatever strength he had left, only able to use the elbow on his left arm due to the pain burning through his body. He wasn't even sure if his other limbs were still there. All he wanted to do was to get away from the blast zone.

The waitress was weakly calling out for help from the burning kitchen. The blast had knocked her clear through one of the walls, leaving her pinned don with ash and fire flying all around her, her body was not reponding to her internal screams to get up and head outside to safety. She was far to weak to even scream for help.