@bobthebuilder2/contest-time-oh-yeah-over-100-hive-in-value-in-prizes
There is a contest being run at the moment to continue on the story which has been started for you. A story based in the Psyber X universe, personally I think the game itself is going to be brilliant and I'm happy to be adding this post up to be involved in the contest, see the link above for rules and details.
We've been living in this house for a few years. Nothing would have really prepared me for what was about to happen. Sure, they told us that if a disaster ever hit that we'd just have to hide in our basement and put on gas masks...that everything would blow over quickly. That's not exactly how it happened.
I was sweeping the floor in my kitchen, occasionally glancing out the kitchen window to catch glimpses of the green hillsides and to enjoy the singing of the birds nearby. With a ponytail and whispies falling at my cheeks, my three little children were playing in the living room. It was at this moment, while I was leaning against my broom with a sun-splashed warmth coating my dress and apron, that I saw a flash of light. Almost immediately there was a plume of green and purple smoke shooting up with an orange tinged halo near the origin of the flash.
"TO THE BASEMENT!!! NOW!!!"
Grabbing the nearest child to her which was 
The mother lost her footing and tripped, spraining her ankle as she did. The searing pain was hard to ignore, but she did. Getting to her feet she shepherded the children together. "To the basement, hurry!" They all followed her directions, thank god. She thought. Now limping, she made it through the door and down the staircase into the basement. "We're safe in here." She said while fitting herself and the children with gas masks. The kids had all gone quiet and with no noise, the distinct screams of people outside could be heard.
"Let's play a game. The counting game." The counting game, remembering how they would always play this when their father pulled up outside the house after work. Counting how long it would take him to get from his car to the house, she remembered it fondly. I hope he's okay, he should be back from work within the hour, she knew. Unless. She caught herself before thinking the worst.
She looked at her children, one of her sons staring back at her. One playing with the soldier he must have grabbed in the confusion. Her daughter too, who just looked out into the empty room.
"1.. 2.. 3" The other kids joined in, bar the daughter. "Is dad outside in that?" She interrupted. "No, he's safe. He's." Another explosion cut her off. "4.. 5.. 6.. Come on, join in kids."
She couldn't imagine how long they had counted. It had been like muscle memory, she wasn't thinking about anything. It was at least Two Thousand before she realized the others weren't counting along. Each of the children were fast asleep. During all of this, she would have laughed if she wasn't so afraid.
The bombs had stopped, occasionally there would be one going off in the distance up until recently. But, right now everything was still. The loudest noise to be heard, were the creaks and squeaks coming from the ceiling above. Occasionally the house would shake slightly, like a dog trying to kick some unwelcome fleas from its back. It didn't shake violently, a calm shake? The house settling perhaps? She could remember her mother had always told her that when she was a girl, asking about random noises in the night. "The house is just settling, that's all. Go to sleep." The memory was so strong that she could almost hear her voice as if she was in the room beside her.
She looked down at her kids, everything was silent and calm now. No screaming to be heard outside. Breaking the silence a brick must have come loose and fallen to the ground. With that, her son woke up. "What was that?" "The house is just settling, it's okay." She replied happily. The son closed his eyes once more. Her eyes were drawn then to her ankle, swollen, she couldn't even move it properly without it stinging.
Another brick fell, then a large creak followed. She looked up at the ceiling and only realized too late that it was bowing. The mother didn't have enough time to scream. As the whole building collapsed in on them.
(The officer.)
Sifting through rubble pile after rubble pile, dead bodies, clutching one another, preparing for their final moments. For what? He had no idea who or why someone dropped those bombs, frankly, he didn't care. Right now his concern was saving anyone and everyone he could.
"Over here!" Someone shouted down from one of the nearby piles. He scrambled up to the man on top of the pile of rubble. They each threw brick after brick behind them. Then he heard crying, a child, sounded like more than one. "Hello?" He shouted to them, to which there was no response, other than the sound of whimpering.
More had joined the effort now, even civilians who were in good enough condition to help. It went on for what seemed like grueling hours. But, they made it. "Four! There are four of them. Excuse me miss?" He shouted to the mother. She didn't flinch though. "Must be unconscious, get them out of there."
Two officers were lowered down, returning with three children. Along with the body of their mother. They lay her down and the children didn't look at her, all except one of the boys, who lay beside her.
"Get the kids out of here." He told one of the relief workers. "And call for a body bag." He whispered before the relief worker turned away.
It's been over two days since the attack. It's a miracle that the children survived, and without serious injury. As one of the workers tried to take the son from the body of his mother he kicked and screamed. The other two went quietly.
"See that these kids are looked after, and given a good education." The officer said to the person holding the two quiet children. One of their workers had a big struggle to settle down the son that was causing the issue, soon though they were all taken away.
It was hard to watch, but the officer knew that there were so many more out there, who needed help. He looked out over the destroyed city. "It won't be easy for Zeelis to recover from this. But, we will rebuild it." He whispered to himself.
The End
Thanks so much to anyone who read this and if you want to get involved there is a link at the top of this post.
For those of you I tagged sorry to do so if you didn't want to be tagged in the story, but, I knew that the four of you are good writers and I've seen a lot of the work you have done here on Hive and thought each of you should get involved and write something for this.