Shatterverse Panfandom RP

It only took one step -- it was more like a stumble, actually, over a crack in the sidewalk -- to trigger the blinding flash and deafening sound that sent John Fitzgerald Byers crashing to the ground.

He thought it was a bomb, and it might as well have been.

Now, his heart is pounding an irregular rhythm against his chest and his breath is shallow, and as the seconds pass he isn't sure he wants to lift his head. He isn't sure he can, he might be dead --

-- dead? The thought causes him to finally open his eyes and move, and when he catches the first glimpse of his surroundings, the small bit of air that was keeping him stable flees from his lungs as though forced out.

In front of him lay the U.S. Capitol building, in ruins. The rest of D.C. lay scattered around him as well -- from his spot on the dusty ground he can see the Washington Monument, cracked and half as tall as he remembers it, and as he turns his head he spies the shattered Lincoln Monument, which is very out of place.

In fact, Lincoln isn't even in his chair.

Instinct makes him stand and he begins to walk, dumbfounded, through the piles of debris that now make up the capital city of the United States of America. He stops near the White House, which has been reduced to a pile of white stone, and pinches his arm.

Nothing happens.

At all.