The explosion was unexpected. It took everyone by surprise and Zera was fuming by the time she regained her consciousness.
Cocooned in Xavier's arms, Zera was a little disoriented but managed to wake him up. She had to admit; she was worried about him for a minute.
Thankfully, he was alive. At the very least.
"Are you alright?" Zera asked, her voice sounding hoarse. She covered her mouth, slowly disentangling herself from Xavier, and coughed out the rest of the dust that infiltrated her lungs.
Xavier groaned. His back hurt, but he was sure it was nothing serious.
Getting up was a struggle. Zera had to pull him up a little. It covered her hair in dust. They were both covered in white dust and wood splinters.
"I'll live," Xavier groaned, his eyes immediately zeroing in on what he thought was a missile. It wasn't.
Instead, it was a huge bullet sticking out the front door.
