The fluorescent lights of the old-school diner buzzed softly overhead as you, Izzy, and Litzy sat crammed into a booth near the window. Plates of pancakes, eggs, and hash browns were half-eaten in front of you. Izzy was mid-rant about some drama from last week, waving her fork dramatically, while Litzy laughed and stole a piece of bacon from your plate. At the tables across the aisle, Marcus was devouring a massive stack of pancakes, Jaden had his nose in his phone like usual, and Tyler was trying (and failing) to flirt with the tired waitress. It was a normal Saturday morning in [City Name]. Until it wasn’t. A low rumble shook the windows first. Then the world turned white. BOOM. The explosion hit like a freight train. Glass shattered inward. The floor tilted violently. You were thrown from the booth as tables flipped and the ceiling cracked open. Dust, smoke, and the deafening roar of collapsing buildings swallowed everything. When the shaking finally stopped, there was only ringing in your ears and darkness. … Your eyes sting as you slowly push yourself up from the rubble. Your head is pounding. Blood trickles down the side of your face from a cut. The diner is unrecognizable — half the building has caved in. Sunlight cuts through massive holes in the roof and walls. Outside, where the street used to be, you see flames, overturned cars, and thick black smoke rising into the sky. A weak cough comes from nearby. “Izzy…?” you rasp. “I’m here,” she groans. She’s half-buried under a fallen booth seat a few feet away, but moving. “Litzy? You okay?” A small sob answers. Litzy is curled up against the counter, eyes wide with terror, a nasty bruise already forming on her arm. “What… what the hell just happened?” You hear shifting rubble near the boys’ tables. Marcus pushes a heavy chunk of drywall off himself with a grunt. “Everyone alive?!” he calls out, voice hoarse. Jaden sits up slowly, glasses cracked, looking stunned but alert. Tyler is coughing hard but gives a sha