Chapter 2 - An Incident

In the silent room, only whimpers could be heard.

A silent cry trapped, tears shed.

All these sounds came from me.

I was staring at his body for hours, before accepting it.

He is no longer with me in this world.

I am the only one in this family left.

I opened a window and a breeze came through.

The outside nature is quiet and peaceful.

Life still proceeding forward.

A shovel in the shack, at the back of the house.

A hole dug at the open garden before a tree.

No coffin, only his body buried, with his treasured gaming console - A worn out game boy.

It was a long day, the sun sets and atmosphere cools.

The cool windy night arrived, bringing chills.

Kneeling in front of disturbed soil, I mourned for father, and grieved for him.

My family lived at the outskirts of the city, and near the woods.

Father was a labour worker, who was dispatched to hostile areas to extract minerals.

This laborious work comes with great pay, and naturally great risk as well.

Dangers arrive unpredictably, and lives can be lost at any time.

He worked hard, a labourer without education, so his only son can carry on his dreams.

So that I can take his place, to live a great and meaningful life.

Foolish man, why did you waste your life to support me?

You had the strength and perseverance to land a job in the City.

You had the ability, and could have live a more eventful life.

However, your life that is potential bright ended in a vain.

Without you what can I do? What could I do?

In the midst of denial and questioning owns ability and worth, a yellow light plastered towards me, while roaring its engine.

With seconds to react, I threw my body away from the house with all my might, and rolled onto the grassy field like a rock.

A bright orange glow emit from the house and expanded violently with its deafening burst.

The house burned brightly in the night, like a painting coming to life.

[What happened!?] I shouted with anger and shock.

A group of spectators gathered around the blaze.

Followed by a firetruck siren.

The site of combustion was soon enclosed, and restricted from the public.

An officer reached out to me, but his words were muffled by the ringing in my ears.

I was speechless, what just happened?

The firemen combat against the roaring flame, like suppressing a retaliating tiger.

The house collapsed and the flame enlarged as tall as the house previously was.

The intense heat radiating to the surrounding is enough to make a person sweat from meters away.

The shadows of the firemen projected across the field, parallel and extending into the dark night.

I stared at the scene like a movie, portraying a never ending nightmare, from night till dawn.

At daylight, the house was in shambles, and burned like charcoal.

I scavenged through the damage, and recovered little of what it had left.

The blade was speckled with ash, and the leather was cooked into a dark-oak-brown.

Everything is gone, what should I do now?

It seems like that person's father is not involved in the destruction of the city.

More importantly, what crashed into the house and exploded? Was it an accident?