Well, I didn't take a liking to any of the games up, so I figured I'd make a new one. Rules 1. Write about the event in a different person's view each post. 2. Make it realistic and relevant. 3. The character can be anyone who would have witnessed or had been affected by anyway by the event. 4. Make your post with no more than 3000 words please. 5. Please read all previous posts, remember we're piecing together a puzzle! The Event: A massive explosion shakes the imaginary town of Violet Hills, home of 300,000 people. Build the story character by character until we figure out what really happened to Violet Hills. You can create places and areas all you want as long as they are relative to the other postings. I'll start. It was around seven am when the alarms blared. "What's the call?" the young man asked one of the older guys. "I think we have a 10-80 in the center of town." "An explosion?" the kid stopped as he was pulling up his fire suit. "This is serious, no more questions, get the f**k out there." the man said, and hit Justin on the back so hard it really woke him up. The young man jumped into the large red vehicle. The blaring sounds of the sirens were much quieter in the truck. Anxiety grew in his stomach when he saw the smoke through the windows. A large mushroom like cloud was rising over in the area of Mainstreet. It wasn't minutes before they saw the full extent of the blast. Half of the towns main drag was in pieces, he noticed his favorite coffee shop in was in ruins, along with the CVS and a pizzeria. The truck halted and all six men made haste to get out of the vehicle. "The water truck isn't here yet," a commander shouted at the men. "This is a recovery project from now on. We have about ten busses on the way and ready to go. Let’s go save some lives boys!" The commander was passionate about his job. The rallied soldiers split off in different directions, trying to organize the mess of rubble and bodies about them. Justin thought he should help the critical first. The dying would be dead by the time the ambulances arrived, and the lightly burned and cut could wait longer. Unfortunately he saw what he was looking for after about twenty minutes of digging in the form of a small child. There were only three limbs on the body, the clothes almost burned away. It was hard for him to distinguish if it was an arm or leg missing. It was a little girl, and he could hear her making noises. He rolled her over, and immediately wished he didn't. Half of her face was burnt beyond recognition, the only thing identifying her was the small yellow barrette knotted through the remaining part of the child's hair. "Laura?" Justin cried, somehow he could see the resemblance to his little niece, and had remembered seeing that yellow barrette. "Laura, it's okay, it's Uncle Jay I'm going to get you some help." He screamed through his mask. He took the risk of picking her up, noting how smoky it was as he ran as fast as he could back into the clearing. In the distance he could see flashing red and blue lights, if he could just get them both there he knew that Laura had a chance. The fragile body in his arms squirmed and screamed from pain, until there was no movement at all. Frantically Justin laid down his little Laura on the pavement, finally out of the smoke. Then he saw the disaster of the damage the explosion had caused. Half of her face was melted and looked like melted candle wax, her once beautiful golden hair was ashy and mostly burned on one side. It was her right arm that was missing. "Give her to me." A paramedic ran up with a gurney, and promptly took Laura out of his grasp with cold white gloves. Justin stood and cried underneath his mask, watching the ambulance disappear down the road. But he was a man, and now was not the time for weakness, there were many other peoples nieces and husbands out there that he needed to help. He swallowed the frog in his throat and went back into the smoking disaster that was his hometown.