(Despite my reserves about this post, here it is.)

I should be dead.

Or at the very least disfigured, disabled, or dismembered.

But I’m not.

Please excuse me if I sound a tad dramatic. I’m only making a rational observation of an unbelievable situation.

When the medical personal arrived, their first thought was that nobody had survived. If anyone had been so fortunate, the medics believed that those individuals would likely be straining to stay alive, their last breaths slowly slipping away into the cool, black January night.

But we weren’t.

Instead, four of us stood, fazed and unscathed, save for a few lacerations, abrasions, and lost heartbeats.

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