Zamboanga

Smoke lingered in the air, and the sky, grey and overcast. A shrill ringing sound reverberated throughout his core, dulling his senses. His eyes fluttered open as the unrelenting headache racked his small body. Still, he forced himself to stand, struggling as his arms pushed his body from the cold concrete, coughing out the dust that filled his lungs. The first thing he saw was rubble; a part of the building had been reduced into ruins, and a huge gaping hole had encompassed a third of the floor.

Slowly, he shuffled towards it, peering over the edge, whispering softly, "Ate?"