Everything rattles, cups and bottles fly off the shelves. The lights flicker before completely shattering above us. Trevor grabs ahold of me and shoves me underneath a table. A tv falls off it's mount and lands onto a bare table across the bar. Within a breath everything stops. The last tv standing flickers onto the Emergency Broadcasting System.
"Holy hell." A man grumbles out, catching everybody's attention.
"Oh my God." I gasp.
Mumbles and whisper are heard throughout the bar. "Trevor what's happening?" I inquire, grasping his shirt.
"We've been nuked."