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All of Liverville was destroyed. There were no rocks standing one on another and no plan was growing anywhere. Soot was clogging Michel’s eyes.
Michel made some steps toward the exit from the museum and went through the burned door. He looked around and everything stayed the same. There was no life and nobody could stay alive after this. Sunset was going on and it was very cold as it was Fall, so Michel wanted to go somewhere where it was much warmer to stay for the night, but he did not find any place for him to stay. But soon he thought that he could stay under the left roof of the museum. Then he gathered some pieces of wood and coal and he tried to make a fire, but he wasn’t able to find any way to make it as he did not have any fire drill or tinder.
Everything was quiet and the night was coming. But in a moment, something disturbed Michel, as a piece of metal scrap fell from the top of the roof and almost smashed his head and himself into pieces, but michel got away in time. Michel saw that when the piece of metal fell on the ground, many sparks came out of it and he got an idea that he will be able to make fire as he will be using this scrap metal. If he will be crushing it on the ground, the scrap metal will make sparks and create a fireplace for him. But he never thought about the time which he will use to make enough sparks for a fire.
It was already 4 hours passed and only some sparkes came out. But suddenly, Michel used all of his power and sparkes fell onto the wood, and the fire started as lightful sparks were flying up in a contrast of dark night and Michel went to sleep.
The End