Hugo had been eating at a table outside when everything started going to hell. He barely had time to process the lights going out when spells started flying. People pushed and shoved passed him, trying to get away. He was calling out, seeing if there was anyone he knew around. He couldn’t tell though, everything seemed to be happen in slow motion, but all at once at the same time. He dropped to the floor, curling up underneath the table he was near.
“Somebody please, help.” He cried.








