"Processions of ghostly figures shuffled by. Grotesquely wounded people, they were bleeding, burnt, blackened and swollen. Parts of their bodies were missing. Flesh and skin hung from their bones. Some with their eyeballs hanging in their hands. Some with their bellies burst open, their intestines hanging out. The foul stench of burnt human flesh filled the air."
Distance from hypocenter: 1.8km
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Your skin burns, you ache for cold water to relieve the pain.
You stumble through your torched hometown desperately looking for your family. You may find them. You may not.