There was a thunderous boom. Pieces of the roof were flung into the air. Following that was a series of gunshots, like applause. The blast shook the building, like the tremor of an earthquake. It was mighty scary. The grenade missed me by few meters. It hit the other end of the roof. The roof screeched in pain. I looked up and saw what was left of the roof. It was similar to paper after a printer jam, crumpled up with an obvious dent in the centre. The deafening explosion nearly burst my eardrums. I looked to the side. There were limbs, a hand, an arm and a leg to be precise. Now, what used look like a magnificent powerful military was reduced to run down looking buildings with dented roofs and smoke emitted from them. The ground had a makeover, it was now red. Bodies piled up along streets. Occasionally, a limb or two can be found on the roads. Tanks were blazing, the grasses were withering and dirt rained from the sky. There was no one in sight. Silence returned for a brief period. The sky darkened and a cold breeze blew by.
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