Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús: Chapter Eight

Norman's P.O.V

The three propane tanks exploded, shattering the whole kitchen to smitherrens, and blew John and myself away from the kitchen.

They weren't ordinary propane tanks, I could guess. They might be propane, but I get a glance at the pressure meter just before it exploded, and it read about 500 atmospheric pressure. The normal propane tanks will just reach about 50-60 atmospheric pressure, and that is why this explosion was much larger than the ordinary propane tank.

I was seeing double, and I continuously blinked my eyes so that I could clear my vision. When my vision cleared, I saw the remains of the kitchen: nothing.

Yep, that's right. Three propane tanks that blew made a considerable size of explosion. The kitchen was reduced to nothingness, and the explosion was so massive that I thought it blowed a hole at the space-time fabric and causes reality to distort.

But I look once again, and the space-time seems okay.

Then a thought occured to me. I have to look for John!

"John!" I said, using shadows to move the pieces of shattered metal and concrete.

"Uhh..." I heard a voice coming from below me.

(WIP)