'Why does stupid shit like this have to happen?'
Their house blazed with fire. The ceiling began collapsing in places, and three children lay in the middle of it all, each of them somehow missing certain death. The fire had spread and was ready to bring the whole house down. In the house sat strange substances that filled barrels, though weren't inside for long. They were being hauled off by men. The men turned back to the cowering house, not caring who lived inside, and left with the loot in hand.
One of the children inside was still slightly awake, his eyes slightly cracked open and blood trickling from his ears. He looked over to his two other siblings, saw that one of them had a bundle in his arms. He managed to lift an arm and reached for them. "Guys? Hey, guy- wh... what the hell?" He felt shocked, frightened. Nothing around him seemed to emit any sound. The fire just flailed about and the floor boards were vibrating, but nothing else. He didn't even hear his own voice in his head. It was quiet. "Guys? Hey, say something! Elaina! Joey! Hey!" But it was quiet.
