The Fusion bomb tore through the gray sky, plummeting to the ground. A woman peered out of her window as the shell cracked open in the stratosphere revealing the lethal and explosive fusion inside. She grabbed her baby and rushed for the door. The ground crackled beneath her feet preceding the impending doom. She rushed to the car and screeched out of the driveway. She stole one last look at the devastation on the horizon behind her and then sped down the void and forsaken road ahead. A teardrop splashed on her steering wheel.

The baby whimpered, and his mother lovingly caressed his brown hair and glimpsed into his pure white eyes.

“Everything will be okay,” The mother lied “, and you will grow into a wonderful being someday.” She turned grimly back to the unforgiving road ahead; she knew what had to happen.

The world was gone; there was no sound, no sight, no smell, only a encircling chasm of light. She forced herself to gain control of her body and turned around to see the obliteration behind her. The world rocked and the ground split. Suddenly noises pierced her ears. They burned in excruciating pain as rubble and houses were devoured and smashed across the flaming skies. People cried in agony as they were annihilated. The ground rippled, forming fractured mountains of wreckage. She tried to scream as the car was ripped into the air and plummeted to the ground in a flaming ball of debris. The baby fell from the car and sliced a deep cut along his neck. He screamed in anguish as the flames swept towards him.

A woman emerged from the thick smoke with a bundle in her hands, she took a fleeting look at the pitiful baby. She paused, unsure what to do as destruction rained upon her. The mother lay crushed beneath the car and she summoned her last breath.

“Take him!”
The mother was consumed in flame and her body disappeared.

The woman rushed towards the baby and scooped him into her arms. She stared in the distance and saw the colossal wave of fusion approaching. She set off at a run, cradling two babies.

She reached the raft she had traveled on and leaped on as it began to depart. The babies both bawled, while the men pushed the raft forward. The skies turned purple, then red, and then a sickly green from the lethal fusion that hung in the air. The seas gently rocked the raft and she set the two stricken babies on the wood. She stared into the abyss of one’s eyes. Pure white.