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When the all-clear deafening tone, which ripped through the air only moments ago, faded away Mary's parents ran out of the bomb shelter. They only made it a few feet before they stopped. Mary's mother, Anne Douglas, dropped to her knees when she saw her two children. She could feel tears stinging her eyes; she hunched over and buried her face in her hands.

Anna lifted her head to the sky throwing her hands in the air and she screamed, "Why! Why, damn you! Why!" Her face went back into her hands and she shuddered as tears fell to the ground.

Mary's Father, Tyler Douglas, looked at the pool of blood that surround his two mangled children as his eyes glazed over. He knelt down and cradled his wife in his arms, rocking her back and forth. Her tears stained his already dirt covered shirt.

"Why us?" she said in a whisper almost inaudible because her words were muffled against his shirt. He had to be strong for her because if he started crying the problem in front of the couple would only go downhill. Anne pushed away from her husband ever-so-slightly so she could turn in his arms to look at her children.

Anne chocked on a sob when she laid eyes on her two, now deceased, children. Josh the young boy, who was going to turn 16 the following week, with his brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was now covered in blood with huge gashes on each arm and each leg. He had landed on his side after the explosion and blood was visibly streaming out of his mouth like a crimson red waterfall.

Mary, the little girl, with her bleach blonde hair and for-get-me-not eyes, was missing her face. Just skin where her face should have been, almost like something out of a horror movie. Her beautiful eyes were now replaced with skin. Her little button nose, almost gone, now distorted. Her lips were gone, only leaving a slit. It looked like her face had been sucked off. And they only left the skin behind.

"My little girl," Anne managed to say, through her sobs that were now making her shake. Coddling Mary in one arm, she pressed her cheek to her little Mary's forehead. Then with her other arm she picked up Josh, splattering blood all over her dirty dress and Mary's crisp white one.