"This has got to be the worse played out movie in American History." Jo thought to herself as she stood in the middle of the street, not having a clue where she was. One minute she was with her mom as the bomb went off and the next minute she was alive. In the most literal sense.
Why she was alive she had no clue, but be damned to hell she was going to find out and kick them to hell and back for playing a sick joke on her. Brown eyes scanned the area for any signs of anyone she knew, but then she heard the voice so familiar it might as well been a dream. Her mother never joked around when using her full name so why start now she thought as she walked towards the voice and felt time stop as she stood several yards away from her.
"Damnit to hell Mom, I am not in freaking Europe. I am right here, and what the hell happened? We were dead. I wasn't dreaming that part, was I?"