The Final Explosion.
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"LOOK AT THAT!!" shouted a man in fear, pointing out at the sky, taking half of the city's attention to his aim.
A Huge island figure stood up on top of the whole country.
Large size that the whole of Asia, Africa, and the Middle East could see. It covered the land under itself like the night sky.
"THIS IS NO GOOD!" yelled a policeman, with all his volume, tearing his throat, warning everyone, "RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!"
"AAAAAAAAA!!!"
vibrating the ground, the entire city began to run like stampings, screaming and shouting for help.
No one cared who was crushed or who was mashed into pulp under heels.
All ran like crazy for their lives, leaving behind their houses, and kinds of stuff, quitting their duties, and mostly children. They all ran for their lives.
For three days, that figure just stood in its position, frightening even an insect to look at the sky for the sun. After the third night, the fourth dawn, that island figure turned red and released a huge wide red weave over the land....
BLAST!!
BOOM!!!
The lands cracked and tossed over cities.
The raised huge overtop mountains swallowed it.
The sand storm carried wind thicker than the night sky.
Killing people under and above.
No one knew where to run or how to escape.
They ran like animals over each other, pushing and fighting, screaming and crying like hell
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Several years passed since the unknown Apocalypse occurred.
No one could understand what happened. Thousands to millions of mankind were annihilated from the entire world within a dawn.
The earth was washed away from every state of the city, lan,d and mountains leaving behind just ruinsdeads meats and debts of houses that seem never to exist.
.
No sound of birds Twitter in the morning or wind passing at noon. Empty lifeless earth full of damaged buildings, broken houses, and twisted roads.
The whole world was affected by the Red Weave disaster. Asia, Africa, Middle East were washed off of life, and Europe was destroyed including, no signs of the Eiffel Tower of France or any ticking of Big Ben.
On the other side, North America and South were soaked by the Mega Tsunami which was said to be only a rumor.
Antarctica got colder and Australia was dried.
There was no sign of life presented on the earth after the Final Explosion.
Fifty years later, as days rose and nights fell within countless hours, one evening, one the top of the hour, the first underground door opened from the left of Asia's ground.
That's when the first man even set foot on the earth. Feeling the air in his lungs, winds weaving his hair, and eyes watching the scenes, running as far distance as he could see unbelievable for him that once again he had withness the beauty of the again that was long forbidden for them.
He wanted to forget the time, days, and years especially, the memory of the dark hours.
As he watched the bared land with no sign or trace of his house, not knowing whether there was once a home for him. Soon, he was followed by several other humans.
Once to tens...
Tens to hundreds...
Hundreds to thousands...
Thousands to lakh...
survives managed to live. Live up-to-date.
Back then humanity was in a state of terror and panic, and they managed to run underground as much as they could within three days.
It was unbelievable for all, unbelievable for every single breath to see that one day they would live to see the blue sky that was last conquered by a mysterious figure.
At present, People walk from one side, scattering everywhere. They could see bare lands ready to begin, they had seeds for start, they had wood broken for reply, they had food stored and used over, and they had clothes to wash and wear.
On the other side, they didn't have a home to find shelter, sheets to build up tents, or mobiles with no connections or batteries.
Everything seemed headless and helpless.
There was no support to protect them. No duty officer or anyone to begin.
That's when the only last drop of hope was remaining.
The last step was still standing for the entire human being.
A hope with supporters, huge responsibilities on their shoulders, helper of every human, the organization that survived with the humans, came out to start the clock from where the clock had stopped.
Among them came the members of the organization who could continue back the ages and continue recording the history of mankind.
The people who saw these among the survivors, their eyes glitter in tees, sprinkling in hope. All roared at once,
"YES! KNIGHTS OF LAZARD ARE HERE!!"
The only organization named "KNIGHTS" began to carry out its duty. It had facilities to supply accordingly to the entire world store within its position.
The world needed them even the leaders, governments, and ministers who survived fell under this organization.
Businessmen with greed for money, trading men, and merchants all could see themselves aimless in front of the world.
They had to depend on the duty of the only strong one standing at this time of age, the Knights organization to support them.
They surrounded everything to this group and perhaps, some betterment can be obvious.
Even normal citizens like a father would see them as their sons, mothers who lost their children would see them as their lads, small-aged children would call them big brothers and elders would call them young siblings.
Young lads would call them pals.
However, even if the strong one stood in front to start the world, there was still a bad term in them.
On the other hand, two ladies among the survivors asked each other, "Who are these knights?"
"I don't know..." replied the other, "I think these are those who appeared just one and half years earlier for supplying us before the explosion..."
That was the point here.
Knights organization wasn't well known to all. It was recently built and didn't have much of citizens' trust. On top of all, it didn't have a leader by its side.
He was gone during the unknown explosion and now the members had to depend on their own...
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