It takes a second to remember my surroundings. Night time hasn’t quite fallen but it’s late enough. There it is again, boom, boom, boom. The earth itself shudders with each frightening decibel. Emma is sitting upright in the bed. Frozen in place and listening hard. “What is that?” she asks panicky, detecting that I’ve woken. “I’m not sure. Sounds like explosions,” I whisper as quietly as I can and stating the obvious. Whatever it is, it certainly sounds like trouble. “Everybody out, everybody get the fuck out of the house,” comes the roar of Shawn’s voice from elsewhere in the house. He means business, so without a moment’s hesitation I’m man handling Emma out of the bed and forcing her towards the bedroom door. We never make it however as another deafening boom bellows from right outside the house.
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