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"They are all dead. People are dead!" The kid screamed, his voice ragged from constant shouting. His face was twisted with pure terror.

As quick as a snap of the finger, people sprung into action. Seconds later, the boy was surrounded by concerned people. Some went into their vehicles to rush to the scene.

Your world flipped upside down, as if seconds ago you weren't just chatting and laughing. You glanced at Kristine. Kristine was frozen; she looked terrified, and you could tell your face looked the same. Slowly, she pointed at the sky.

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