1 Prologue

It always begins and ends the same. The explosions, the flames, the smokes, and him.

Palmer pressed against the pane, he gaze into my eyes, his expression vacants, dampened by the eerie, peculiar sadness.

"Be safe..." His voice is muffling in the smoke, behind the glass. "Run!"

But I can't. I can't stop the fire. Can't stop the pain.

I race from window to window but none will open. The smoke is getting thicker, flames climbing higher. I barely see him and my fear gives away to panic, A terror that rage through my part of me. I find something to break the glass, find the shovel and leaning it against the tree. Grab it, slam it. The metal bounces off in reinforce glass.

He's wheezing and choking now. He put his right hand in the glass and muttered "I love you, remember that."

The house exploded and when she turned around a pandemonium happening.

"What's happening?" She asked confused and scared. She heard explosions and shootings all over the city.