Minninnewah had just arrived into the town finally. He had been traveling for awhile now, from his tribe. His long black hair blew gently as a breeze past by. As he continued down the street he looked around in awe at the buildings, and the many people there. Though he noted the strange looks he was getting from the people he past. Just as he was thinking was an odd, yet peaceful town, there was a loud explosion, which knocked him roughly down onto the ground. Placing his arm infront of his face, he shielding himself from the strong wind, and dust that was flying by.
When he died down he stood up slowly, his face in total shock. W..what in the world....what have I gotten myself into?! Thoughts were rushing through his mind as he stared around scared and unsure of what was happening. Shifting his gaze, however he saw the rubble and people now trying to dig what looked like bodies out. He hurried over to help, though still being cautious.