Life in the city was great,  it was perfect, the buildings were perfect, the people were perfect. Everyone loved this city, right? Say you believe that, say you don't, the people who lived in this city believed that. They thought no one would hurt such a perfect little city. They were so, so god damn wrong. The night of 3000 bombings happened. People fled their perfect little city into the forest, there were no underground bunkers for them to hide in so people either stayed in basements or in the forest for the night. Two little orphans had no clue where to go. Two little orphans stayed outside, running for their lives. Two little orphans survived the bombing. Two little orphans were named: Charlie and Nick. Charlie and Nick survived the bombings. They could survive anything. Until the little orphan broke his arm. His arm would stay broken for the rest of his life, Charlie's arm would stay in a cast for his whole life. The other orphan would have to be the youngers father for most of his life.

~AN~ Sorry it's so short! I really tried. I think it's pretty awesome! Thank you for reading!

Aled Last

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