Zbrickhouse

Among the ashes and rubble left over from The Event, stands the structure of what used to be home for dozens of orphaned children. Fires flicker and dance around during the day and night, though hardly distinguishable, and provide what little light is available. Hours and days after The Event occured, the debris shifted and slid around as faces popped up out of the bomb shelter - an underground structure built decades before and never used. The government stopped funding the production of these shelters after the production of bombs was made impossible, so the room underneath the orphanage aquired dust and spiders. However, as the rumbling of what would be known as The Event began, the founders of the orphanage, two women without children, ushered all of the orphans into the small, cramped room and told them to wait. As they cried, the women wiped their tears and stroked their hair, singing to try and calm the anxious bunch. The power in the shelter went out after what seemed like hours and the children nervously fell asleep, dreaming of times better than this. The women in charge always kept the room stocked with food in case of something like this, but a recent shortage of food left them few cans of beans and one box of crackers, hardly enough for one meal. And it disappeared faster than they could've even imagined. After what felt like days, it seemed the chaos and screaming had subsided into absolute quiet, an absence of outside sound that one can't fathom unless they're caught inside it. Leading the children up and outide seemed as tedious as rationing out the crackers, and painful on their weakened and hungry bodies. Almost at once, the women got to gathering materials fit for beds for the orphans to rest upon and put them to sleep more comfortably than the night before. They would alternate - one would watch the sleeping children and the other would go out and try to find anything remotely edible, and would occasionally return with an injured and weak child or adult. The caretakers continued to tend to the needs of the others, ignoring their own hunger and thirst, and for one of them, the gaping gash down her leg, only stopping to tie a piece of fabric over it. Over the next weeks, those strong enough helped to restore what they could of the old orphanage, finding scraps of mattress and pillow to sleep on, maintaining a fire for warmth, careful to not let it spread. The weeks turned to months and the children upon whom gifts of extraordinary abilities were bestowed were able to once again use these abilities. After months of work, they'd finally built an entire orphanage and hospital, but an unusual one, for this building had a spell on it. Upon outward appearance, the building was very small, only the size of a small brick shed, yet the inside was more spacious than one could ever wish for, with new rooms always being built or fixed to the womens' desires.