As their eyes adjusted to the dim surrounding, they discovered that they were not alone. Many others were scattered around them, as they could hear movements and grunts from each other. The darkness seemed to swallow everything, making it impossible to discern any features of their surroundings.
"Are we dead?" someone whispered, their voice trembling. "Is this the afterlife?"
Another voice chimed in, laced with skepticism. "If this is the afterlife, then what I heard were all lies." The murmurs grew louder, with some speculating about their fate.
"Perhaps this is hell," a deep voice suggested, "but there's no fire."
A woman's voice cut through the din, her tone laced with fear. "Does this mean we were killed? Did the bomb really went off and killed every one of us?"
