Half-conscious, Alain Dupont was standing in the middle of the road, rubbing the back of his neck to get rid of the pain. The day was wonderful, with the sun glowing in the clear blue sky.
Behind him, a disturbing thick smoke was coming out, which was not good news. He staggered away as quickly as he could toward a blurred shape ahead. His whole body hurt as if something had crushed him dozens of times. His ears were stuck, but he could still hear muffled noises in the distance. Screams.
Terrible, spine-chilling screams.
He struggled to stand but needed to find out where the screams were coming from. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand it. He closed his eyes, then opened them wide, trying to see clearly. It was all blurred. He couldn’t make out what was in front of him, and he didn’t
