The Yellowstone supervolcano has just exploded. The explosion was just the beginning, with tons of ash, causing people to unite, camp out, or kill. Joe Smith and Fujiwara no Rin, journalist and reporter respectively, are trying to survive, one trying to be a hero.
One beautiful Sunday morning, I, Fujiwara no Rin, was in my favorite shop, drinking tea and getting ready to relax after work. I straightened my tie and walked out the door. I smiled as I pulled out my cigarette pack, liting one, as I always do when walking to work. As I neared the station, I spotted a mother and her son, who was holding a bright red balloon. ‘May as well,’ I had thought to myself, before going right between them, and in one motion, putting the burning end of the cigarette to the balloon, popping it, then into the mother’s tea. I had thought today was going to be a good day. I got back to my apartment, (with a bit of running) and I could've sworn the Earth moved. I would later find that I wasn’t the only one who felt Yellowstone vibrations at 3:29 PM in Japan. Everyone remembered feel them, but, at first, they thought nothing of them.