I hurried towards the bleachers, but they were still far ahead. Suddenly, I heard a tremendous noise. The roar of seven immense rockets trembled the horizon. Water rippled in the bay, flocks of birds fled the safety of their perches, and car alarms were blaring inaudibly in the distance. (more) I was in awe of the bright blue flames, the long shadows cast upon the ground. Visible were silhouettes of people applauding.
Despite my amazement, I noticed something amiss. The rocket seemed to be accelerating too fast, it was out of control! I watched in horror as the rocket began to slightly wobble off course. Fear overcame me, and I ran as fast as my legs could move.
I saw a large, grassy hill with a concrete drainage ditch ahead. I decided that this was the best place I could hope to take cover and survive. I ran through the canal, coming out on the other side of a wide hill. I arrived at the base of a depleted reservoir. There a terrified little girl looked up at me. Instinctively, I grabbed her from the ground, and she gripped onto me tightly as I carried her. The noise of the rocket became ever louder. Impact was imminent!
The ground trembled, the sky flashed a blinding white! I rolled over the girl, sheltering her with my body. I felt my back get hot as if I were standing directly in front of a fire. I could smell my linens smoking. The quaking ground threw both of us into the air several inches. Gusts of fiery winds turned trees into kindling in the distance, ripping them from the ground. Cars, debris, and people flew overhead, rolling like barrels as they landed quickly catching fire and exploding.
Then the sky darkened, all was quiet...(less)
Yasogami High seemed to be deserted when Yosuke arrived, every window dark and lifeless. It wasn't a surprise; the after school athletic clubs had mostly stopped meeting after the fog had descended, and the art clubs hadn't stuck around much longer after that. The drama club had been the(more) sole survivor, its members desperate for a temporary escape from their increasingly bleak reality. Yosuke could understand the sentiment.
The sun, barely visible behind the thick layer of yellow fog, was just beginning to set as Yosuke rode his bicycle through the gates, parking it next to the school's entrance, not even bothering to lock it up. He didn't see Naoto inside and couldn't remember which shoe locker was hers, so he waited next to his instead, leaning his back against the lockers and fiddling with his phone to keep from staring anxiously at the doors.
Fifteen minutes came and went, followed by twenty, followed by thirty, and it was at that point when Yosuke began to worry. Naoto was punctual to a fault, and Yosuke knew that she wouldn't have given a fifteen minute time frame if she hadn't intended to make it; fifteen minutes late was unthinkable, inconceivable. Yosuke started to send her a text message, then thought better of it and called.
The call went straight to voicemail, and Yosuke's skin went cold. Naoto never turned off her phone, so the only explanation was that she was outside the service area, which could only mean one thing: for whatever reason, she was inside the TV.
Yosuke tore out of the school at full speed, leaping onto his bicycle and taking off towards Junes without a second thought.(less)