<strong>Sana Lysenko<br/>Shopping center parking lot<br/>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sana felt the tight grip of Mayson then wrapped her other arm around to pull her in, trying to turn her away from the blazing inferno in the distance. Here and there people shrieked in horror while others blinked in shock. The heat of the explosion making the nightmarish sight all to real.<br/><br/>At first Sana felt shock, mentally she counted the bodies. It was a big plane, she estimated seat count, number of empty seats,.. it went on as a mathematical computation in her head... Building, road, windows, cars, probability of human presence in each window, distance of explosion. Her mind raced and she tried to bend it to other things, the distance the debris flew to calculate the force of the explosion in kilograms per square centimetre, the amount of torgue required to shear rebar encased in concrete. It played out in her head quickly until she was able to curve her thoughts back to the world around her.<br/><br/>Sana blurted out,<strong>"We need to get home. We shouldn't stay here. Mayson, are you ready to leave?"</strong>The question was rhetorical really, she didn't plan on staying much longer anyways. However, she wanted to make sure that Mayson was thinking about the hear and now too. To ensure she was not lost in counting the dead. Something like that could cause a person to lose themselves in grief.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's get Michelle."</strong>Her hand firmly rubbed Mayson's back. It was as much to comfort as it was herself. The human contact reminded her that she had other things to think about besides the disaster. First priorities were to ensure shelter, water, and food. They needed to get off the streets and they had a long walk ahead of them before that happened.