When I open my eyes, I know I'm dead. I mean, I see angels flying in the blue sky above me. It's pretty, really. Golden beams of sunshine break through the clouds. But I don't want to be dead, I remind myself. I blink hard and open my eyes again. Okay, nevermind. Aftershock of fainting. Everything's normal now; there's a huge hole in the ceiling where the piece fell on my head. Our house looks ulimately destroyed, and of course, water everywhere. I try to get up, but the pain is so intense I'm forced back down. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. You can do it. You can do it, Emily. I tell myself over and over until I can. So I do. I'm on my feet and my head feels like a volcano erupting inside with every heartbeat. I squeeze my eyes shut, but tears seep out anyway. Not tears of pain. Tears because I've just realized : My parents are dead. They must be. They would have called by now. They're dead. A sob escapes my throat. I loved my parents; they were my only friends. But I have to fight past this. I have to keep going. They would have wanted me to. I make my way up the stairs slowly, but nothing can prepare me for what lies above. I almost black out again when I see. My house has been reduced to a pile of wood and rubble, but that's not it. I can see the whole neighborhood, since all the houses are destroyed, and what I see in the other houses is possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever seen. I see their dead bodies.