It was early morning when the first bombing began. Minseok was woken up way before his alarm clock go off. He sat right up in his bed, waking up Jongdae in the process.

            BOMB! Another distant rumble shook the ground. Minseok pulled off his blanket, held Jongdae’s hand and pulled him out of the bed. Little bits of dust and debris fell out of their room ceiling. The house shook dangerously.

            “Come on,” Minseok urged, “We have to get out of here!”

            Frightened out of words, Jongdae followed Minseok in silence. They ran down the stairs in a hurry and bolted towards the front door. Huge cracks were visible on the walls, threatening to break at any moment.

            Our house is falling apart, Jongdae thought and his heart hurt.

            The view outside was worse. People were running and yelling everywhere. And they couldn’t seem to find a direction to run to. The road was filled with frantic people. And dead people too, Minseok noticed. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. And more screams followed. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of spinning blades filled the air. A dark shadow loomed over their heads. Minseok looked up into the sky just in time to see a large war plane flying towards them, the guns pointing right at them.

            “RUN!”

            Minseok pulled Jongdae’s hand and ran through the crowds quickly. The guns started firing. Houses fell to the ground. Cars exploded. The ground was shaking so violently it cracked. People pushed their way through forcefully.

            The tears in Jongdae’s eyes blinded him. He was afraid. It was the first time in his life that he had seen so much blood, so much violent. People were yelling as they ran. Their bodies engulfed in the fire. The air reeked of foul smell. He stumbled over the uneven ground and noticed he had stepped over dead bodies. His heart lurched. He swore his heart stopped as he felt his fingers grabbing at nothing.

            It took Minseok a little too lon