Above is a picture generated by the AI Poe^© by inputting the text “Hiroshima in 1945”.

Unbelievably, this is also the first time I inserted a picture into my blog. Truly revolutionary.

As said before, this picture is a scene of a nuclear weapon explosion landing in the country of Japan. It shows that people are running away desperately from the outburst. Unfortunately, I was one of them.

It’s hard to imagine how the hell anyone should survive a nuclear explosion, and even I am still astonished by how I’m alive currently. Here’s what happened:

My name is Seriel Kella, and I’m an American soldier from the Air Force. That day it was my shift to bomb Kyoto, and I went grudgingly because I could die there. The mission took about 18 hours, and I flew with 9 other teammates. When crossing the Pacific Ocean, we discussed the plan and decided to divide it into three groups to ruin the city efficiently.

5 hours passed, and we arrived when I almost dozed off from boredom. Kyoto was in ruins, unlike when I last saw it. Broken houses with tattered walls were everywhere, some corpses and skulls were here and there, and most importantly, there was not a single soul on the crappy roads. It seems like the citizens had evacuated in advance.

Although there seemed to be no reason to bomb an abandoned city, we did it anyway because it was our mission. When the bombs fell on the debris, the buildings looked even more inhabitable. For a second, I almost pitied the homeless Japanese people with their terrified and helpless looks on their faces when they saw their wrecked homes. This feeling withered away quickly when one of my teammates, Bacher, told me through the microphone to focus on the distance between us. “YO YO YO! Slow down!” he said, “You’ll bump into me! Stop it or we’ll all die!!”. In an instant, I steered leftwards away from him. From then on I decided to. concentrate on what I should do from now on.

A few minutes later, when we were having fun trying to destroy a tower, another teammate I didn’t recognize told me through the microphone “Uh-oh, we’re facing some trouble in the southeast.” I redirected my plane’s direction to where he said and indeed saw some figures coming from the horizon. I squinted and saw planes in red and white. It was the Japanese.

As they came closer, Bacher told us to shoot down their planes. In a blink of an eye, a battle started. Missiles and bullets were soaring into the sky in chaos, a few were brushing along the plane, and there were clattering sounds due to the bullets hitting the metal shell. I tried to steer away, but the quantity of the ammo was large enough to prevent anyone from escaping death. Less than a minute later, 4 of the 9 planes were shot down, although Bacher was in one of them, I had no time to mourn for him. Luckily, a half or so of the enemy’s plane was also shot down, and all we had to do was to…

“Thud.”

Something broke. I thought it was the windshield. I looked at it but it was fine although I was indeed falling. I panicked and then saw that the gas tank had broken. I panicked even more. After gliding off for a while, I jumped. Luckily, the parachute opened successfully. When I turned my head to look at the battlefield, I saw that we had one plane left resisting the two aircraft on the opposing side. I wanted to do something, but it was no use. I desperately watched him diving down with black smoke on the propeller.

As I was planning what to do after landing, miraculously, a surge of wind lifted me into the air again into nowhere. I struggled against it but failed. I knew if I unstrapped my parachute I could die instantly, so I had no choice other than to drift with the wind. Far away, the battleground was in silence again.

I drifted for about 10 hours. Why was the wind so strong? Is that casual in Japan? There’s no one to ask for. What I indeed knew was that I landed on firm ground, and even better, it looked like a large city with a few citizens here and there, although they all dodged into their houses when they saw me. I tried knocking on the doors but it did nothing to help. I sat somewhere near a river and eventually slept there.

The next day, I woke on the riverside to see an American plane soaring over me. I thought it was sent to rescue me so I danced and waved around crazily for it to see me. Unfortunately, it seemed to ignore me and continued to fly while dropping something. Did it drop something? It was probably a bomb. But why only one? I stared at the plane in confusion. As the bomb continued to fall, my hopes of being rescued departed along with the plane. I sighed and sat back in despai-

“BOOM!”

The bomb went off. It was much bigger than I had expected. The blue, sunny sky had instantly turned red-hot like the explosion itself. The bomb had morphed into an enormous fireball shaped like a mushroom surrounded by clouds and had swallowed anything within around 1 km. Citizens ran frantically toward the opposite of the catastrophe, some revealing new-burnt scars on their bodies. Meanwhile, I, unable to react to the sudden blast, was thrown into the river by the blast wave. The last things I thought were “My whole body hurts.” and “I want ice cream.”

I woke up on a hospital bed. A nurse came and was glad to see me wake up. She gave me some ice cream to calm me down and told me that an American navy inspecting the river bank saw a dead soldier’s body drifting down the river and wanted to bring it back to America for his parents to bury him. Unexpectedly, the body had survived phenomenally and so was sent to the Nazy hospital. Although I was covered in bandages like a mummy and lost a leg, I was still glad that I somehow survived this terrifying adventure.

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