Fist the news showed that there was places not to far away being bombed. And mom was freaking out, and that made me worry but my little brother James was to young to understand what was happening.
Then mom drove us to the store so that way we had enough food, so that way we didn't have to worry about running out for a while. We mainly just got water, and caned goods.
When we got back home mom made sure we went down into the bomb shelter with our food. IN the middle of the night there was a huge crash made mom start to cry and James started to scream. The crashes would stop and then start again. Over and Over again. In the morning om went up but left me and James in the shelter after a while me and James went up to.
When we went out side everything was ruined, there no leaves on the trees and all the grass was gone. All the houses that used to be around were gone. Along with all the cars and runners. There was nothing except our lonley broken house.
Our whole house was torn to peaces with barley any roof left on, and no more paint or furniture. Me and James decided to try and find mom, so we packed a backpack full of food and water.
As we started to walk down the abandoned street we noticed an airplane in the air. As it got closer we noticed the Korean flag on the side of the plane. As we continued to walk we noticed that the airplane kept coming closer. And then we heard another bag and everything went black.