Day Four: Just Visiting. . .
Alex wandered into the rubble, looking around. He sighed as he stared at it sadly before walking up to it through what used to be his door. He just couldn't believe his house had been destroyed that easily. He noted the kitchen, was completely destroyed, the fridge leaking water; the living room, with the couch that was now a blackened piece of wood and the TV which was sparking; his and Sasha's bedroom, the bed frames surviving and burnt, the mattresses just ash. His back porch had just completely been destroyed and had sunk into the ocean during the time he was gone.
Alex slammed a fist again the nearest wall before spinning around and leaning on it, sinking to the ground and resting his head on his knees, which he had brought to his chest. He bit his lower lip, keeping himself from crying out. He was kind of glad he didn't have his weapon with him, but also knew that, if he had it, he could try and find at least something that had survived the attack. But he shook his head, doubting it easily.
Slowly, Alex stood up again and walked into what used to be his room, noting how the books he had left there had been completely buried in a pile of rocks, which he doubted he could move at this point in time. He also noted that the picture of his parents were completely incinerated. Alex gritted his teeth together, shutting his eyes tightly and trying his best not to lose himself as he continued to rummage around.
He heard some noise coming from the tower nearby, only now just noticing it. He thought he saw a familiar demon-looking friend flying away from it, though he ignored it, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. All he knew was that now, he didn't think he could take anymore sadness; anymore pain. And he didn't want to have to deal with that at all. Not again, anyway.
Alex coughed suddenly, being brought down onto all fours, one hand covering his mouth, a small pain running through his lungs. It stopped after a minute, though his breathing became difficult not long after. When he tried to take a deep breath, he found it didn't work so well and he ended up coughing again, stopping again a while after as he shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, his legs crossed as he took a deep breath again, this time, relaxing.
Alex slammed a fist again the nearest wall before spinning around and leaning on it, sinking to the ground and resting his head on his knees, which he had brought to his chest. He bit his lower lip, keeping himself from crying out. He was kind of glad he didn't have his weapon with him, but also knew that, if he had it, he could try and find at least something that had survived the attack. But he shook his head, doubting it easily.
Slowly, Alex stood up again and walked into what used to be his room, noting how the books he had left there had been completely buried in a pile of rocks, which he doubted he could move at this point in time. He also noted that the picture of his parents were completely incinerated. Alex gritted his teeth together, shutting his eyes tightly and trying his best not to lose himself as he continued to rummage around.
He heard some noise coming from the tower nearby, only now just noticing it. He thought he saw a familiar demon-looking friend flying away from it, though he ignored it, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. All he knew was that now, he didn't think he could take anymore sadness; anymore pain. And he didn't want to have to deal with that at all. Not again, anyway.
Alex coughed suddenly, being brought down onto all fours, one hand covering his mouth, a small pain running through his lungs. It stopped after a minute, though his breathing became difficult not long after. When he tried to take a deep breath, he found it didn't work so well and he ended up coughing again, stopping again a while after as he shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, his legs crossed as he took a deep breath again, this time, relaxing.