The Psychic 10

I waited and eventually fell asleep.
I have a dream.
I am standing in a dark corridor, and people are walking by me. Then appears my cousins, all my relatives walking by. Then a bang and a crash and a blinding purple light and they're gone. My whole family dead before my very eyes.

I wake up screaming to find I'm in a room of some sort and Sierra is standing over me.
"Shh stop it's ok don't worry..." she says.
"What?" I ask.
"When you where in that panic room, the ceiling fell down on top of you and crushed your legs. You'll be in a wheelchair for two weeks.....I'm sorry," she said as she covered her face with her gloved hands.
"It's ok....," I said as I sat up and looked at my legs. They where a mess. She lifts me with her psychic powers and secures me in a white wheelchair.
"What have I missed?" I asked her.
"Four days and the funeral of approximately 106 and a half people." she replied.
"Four whole days?," I said and she nodded, "and what do you mean by half?"
"Some guy got cut in half." she said as she rolled me down the hall.