Debby’s POV

Thunderstorm claps… lightening strikes… dark clouds moves in great speed… as if they angry soldiers marching into the battlefield.. ready to fight to the death to protect their country.

Everyone runs around… finding shelters to hide away from the heavy downpour about to take place… But not this little girl.

She clings onto a dress… pulling on the dress…her eyes red and swollen.. but it didn’t stop the continuous tears running down her cheeks… she keeps muttering coherently.

My eyes followed her hands clinging onto the dress… and they land on a silhouette… it seems like its behind.

Though it’s dark everywhere but a blinding light flash across...