Chapter Two
Apparently, Wurmea and Turavitz didn’t get out in time. They were both blown away, with Turavitz getting a huge impact and Wurmea getting a small one. The ones that got out just stood near the demolished structure, not lifting a finger to help the others.
The structure and blown away. Pieces of it came flying everywhere along with bodies. Some of the bodies weren’t even (as I say) fully put together. Still, the workers that got out stood still. Now there was just smoke and a little bit of fire.
“Should we get help?” Asked one of the workers.
There was silence for about fifteen seconds. Then another worker beside the one that spoke made a reply.
“No.” He said. “We might as well leave them.”
All of the workers just walked back to their homes. The odd thing about all this was that none of them had huge adrenaline for the explosion. Maybe they didn’t even have emotions of feelings. Since the beginning they worked in the factory, they no longer had a life of excitement. Most of them just looked at the Sack Room so they could check on the sligs, or just go to the deep underground caves of Necrum Mines, get sacks, and deliver them over to the Company for the Disabled Sligs. That’s about it. Also, the Vykkers and Glukkons had to work late most of the time. Sometimes, they even did it until three in the morning, and then would have to get up at six and do it all over again. Finally, the boss of the company said that they could not be fired by just awkwardly doing something. It had to be accidental. If not, he would not fire them. That is the Company of the Disabled Sligs policy #159.
Meanwhile, in the burnt destruction of this company, Wurmea woke up in small pain. She moaned and got up to her feet. When she saw what she was sitting next to, she screamed. It was a male Vykker that literally lost his head. She calmed down after a while. Suddenly, she looked at the Vykker’s body. It had a nametag on, and it had this name printed in bold, capital letters:
Turavitz
“Oh no. Oh no! OH NOOOOOO!!!” Wurmea hollered.
She immediately fell to the ground and went into tears. She couldn’t believe it. The love of her life is dead. If you know how painful it is to lose a loved one, and times that feeling by four, you would know how she feels about this.
“It can be! We had our 34th Anniversary only a few weeks ago!” She sobbed.
Wurmea must had been crying for over three minutes until she heard a low cry. She quickly got up to her feet. The crying was coming from an unknown area. Wurmea walked towards the cry. She found a little baby slig that was scrambling in the hot dirt. Wurmea quickly picked the slig and rocked it in her arms.
“Poor thing.” She said. “I bet you really gotten hurt. Now that my husband is dead, I suppose you’re the only thing I’ve got.”
The baby slig used its tiny arm to touch Wurmea’s face. Its hand slowly moved down her face until it got to Wurmea’s chin.
“Mama.” It said in a low voice.
Wurmea smiled. A few tears had gone down her eyes as well.
“Yes. I am you’re mama.” She replied. “I shall name you Mumlo, just so I won’t have to think all that hard. And guess what. You’re named after your great great great great great great grandfather.”
There was silence for over five minutes. Finally, Wurmea carried Mumlo as she walked back to her home.
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