"Ahh!!"
"Someone's bombed!"
"Quickly call for the emergency response team!"
"That car is familiar," said one of the employees who happened to be standing not far from Cayenne.
Everyone stood closer to the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked outside to see the commotion unfold.
Cayenne was no different. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend she was not seeing the blossoming fires of hell yet; her feet drew her closer to the edge of madness.
Bloodied people were crawling away from the flaming car – some were hurt from the flying debris while others got burnt from the fire. She could not hear the screams of pain coming from the wounded people outside, but she saw the excruciating pain on their faces.
