I awoke to the bare cold on my back and to the rubble under me. I laid on the pavement of our stay, on the only solitary shelter we could find near San Diego, afar from the location of the war. The pounding of guns was yet so vivid and close to us, too close for comfort. Although, it wasn't the light of the sun that had awakened me, for the sun had been covered somewhere else. I arose, and saw that of which had arrested me of feeling, grotesquely horrific, and yet so unbelievable in all its fantastic sight. I had not thought of it much under that same second of time, in my state of shock, at that point in my sight of the sky, that what I witnessed, I first figured mentally and swiftly without hassle: WORMWOOD! I went to quickly aware the others, but found that the giant in the sky had already stunned them in astonishment. It was fear that glimmered in their eyes as they witnessed Wormwood burning in the fiery sky. The sky over us had become a confusion of fire-orange bewilderment and hot with the presence of ''Wormwood''. It was as if, while being struck by the madest terror, watching a rare setting sun, under the fiery sky, somehow moving fluidly over us, and gleamed over everything earthly in redish-orange tints. The blue of the sky was no longer existent, and clouds had seemed to grow red about us.
''Let's get out of here.'', my father said after he found me alone in the avenue of the dead houses. The sky seemed much alive, with brilliance from Wormwood's arrival, with the scorching of the air and it had seemed as if the sky was being torched. I saw birds falling in great numbers like balls of fire raining all over San Diego. The city was crimson and bright in the sight of the hot comet. Quickly, trees fell to flames and houses exploded into fire. Those planes of war fell into destruction over San Diego, and both artillery and gunnery combusted into explosions and blazes. This was the greatest chaos conceivable to my eyes. Running, we fled without focus down a few roads, away from Wormwood and the fires and its scortch over the earth. God knows what went on beyond my sight of those columns of houses. There were great waves of rushing fires there, and heat and massive walls of blazing smoke. ''Jesus, it's like hell here!'', I heard the others screaming while I ran with my fathers, perhaps it was the soldiers. The dog followed us, running rather faster than us down an empty and unfamilliar road. ''This way!'', I heard from one empty house down the road, brilliant with the fires behind us. It was a man! I stopped my father, forced him to see, and escaped quickly after that man at the window, calling for us. ''Hurry! I've got shelter!'', he shouted. We ran after the old house, rushed inside, and shut the door seeing the great wall of orange fire only five houses down the street. ''Go downstairs to the basement! I got shelter! Follow me, quickly!'', he said.
Under his house was a space of a of his basement. ''Lock the seal!'', he said, Iand my father locked the door to the old house over us. The door was like a great stone block, yet, it seemd like an iron door. ''Thank you.'', my mother said with the child crying in the burden of the heat. ''But why did we stop! That big comet's gonna burn everything up!'', my father protested. ''Don't worry, sir.'', the man said. ''This is my house, ever since the Hit, and never left it. This basement is all three feet of iron and stone walls, resistant to fire.'', he said, touching the walls of the great basement under his house. ''By the way, we're underground.'', he said, and unsealed a crate of cans and food. ''The water's over there. Feel free to have some. I've got enough provisions for the whole year's worth.''. We had water, and it was like a wild thirst that had plagued us. We drank more than enough. Then there was the food, the rice, the beans, the corn, the peanuts, wallnuts, suasage, chilly, buiscits, bread, buns, and alot of other savings in these crates. ''We can stay here for a while now. This place is as big as a house.'', as the basement was in space. ''Thank God, shelter.'', my father murmered. ''Food!'', he murmered softly again. ''The man came over to us, and said, ''We won't be hearing much from the outside, we won't hear nothing from the outside. These walls are too thick for sound. Even if the house should fall into fire, we wouldn't know it until we go outside again.''.Then, it was silence; the most strangest and rarest of silence that had ever deafened my ears of the world, of those passed convulsions of chaos and violence. We were free, at last, from death.