Out of the seemingly levitating debris a hazy silhouette effortlessly climbs atop a fire mangled sedan. It stands with a presence of authority, inhumane blue eyes scanning the epicenter. A shadow at the end of the time warped tunnel. It shifts, almost knowingly- mockingly- and blocks out the remaining afterglow. 'You're not going to die today.' Its whole being appears to shout, above the screaming and the moaning of quaking buildings. It fills, its onlookers with a sense of relief, for this is their savior. All except for one, peering out from beneath the undercarriage of a tipped grey hound bus.

     This one, almost casualty of a spontaneous nuclear blast, spectator inhales a final breath. Heavy with the weight of burning fuel, flesh and radiation, he stumbles over wreckage and death. Running nearly blind, save for the peripheral of his right eye, into the great unknown. Into the aftermath. 

~Unfinished, unedited, hardly thought out~ Just killing time in Math.