It was empty, the normal hustle and bustle come to an end. Strainers and sifters hung in their silent testimony of the last meal served. Left as was.
The world was still, the buildings held their breath.
And then a whistle. A dull thud. Dust and plaster fell from the ceiling.
Another thud and the skylight blew out, filling the room with millions of glass shards.
The antiaircraft fire was as useless as a gnat against a bear.
But it didn’t matter.
The people had long left their homes to try to find life in the harsh, cruel world beyond.
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