The small palor is filled with people, mostly young teenagers and parents with their kids. Trying to get away from the blistering heat of the outside world.

Though the one most notable of the customers would of course be the cashier and the young girl in front of him.

A bubble of excitement is how Atticus Roam the "cashier" would describe the pink twin tailed haired young girl.

Her eyes bouncing from one ice cream to the next trying to solve a gut wrenching question, chocolate or vanilla?

Now you might think Atticus would find this annoying, but he found it quite endearing. Seeing as she is one of the few regulars at the ice cream parlor.

There was just something about a childs excitement, that could melt anyone's heart.

"I want vanilla" said the young girl

So, Atticus with a kind smile scopes the I've cream up and puts it on a cone. As her parents pay for their ice cream, he hands it the young girl and asked:

"Would u care for some sprinkles?".

The young girl nods her head vigorously, with a wide smile.

Attic watches the parents and young girl walks to the door to the outside world. As they open the door there is an explosion that shakes the little parlor.

Screams of terror fill the air inside of the small parlor. Man, women, and children crying and begging to live. They are filled with hopeless that only those that have faced death can understand.

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Chairs and tables are toppled over like a tornado had gone through. The door to the shop barley on its hinges and the windows broken causing glass to cover the floor.

That's not the only thing covering the floor. There are pools of blood and detached limbs. There is even charred corpses, burnt beyond recognition. The smell of the burnt flesh fill the air. Causing most of the survivors to gag and throw up, adding to the retched air.

There are man and woman cowering behind the overturned tables. Some are convered in there own puke. The father's and mother's try to sooth their young children, but have no luck as they cry out from what they just witnessed. They might not fully understand what's going on, but there instinct is telling them it's wrong.

There is one however out of the handful of individuals that isn't filled with utter terror. He's a man that looks to be in his late twenties, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. His hair is a dark brown that flows down to his shoulders. He stands about six foot four and has the build of a swimmer. The most interesting thing about him though is his eyes. They are like copper, penetrating and filled with rage.

He is hiding being a the ice cream counter as he watches people he grow to know and even his few friends killed in front of his eyes.