What Is Going On? Part 2

A thin sliver of light crept through the gap between the doors of my wardrobe. At some point I must've fallen asleep, despite the commotion last night.
It took a while for the events of last night to register. Where are mummy and daddy? What is "it"? What do I do now?
I decided to creep out of the wardrobe slowly, in case the monster from last night had come just for me.
Quick look outside; nothing. I took a few steps outside, surveying the house. As far as I could see, everything was as it was last night. Until I reached the window.
A scene of horror greeted me. Cars were strewn across our quiet neighbourly road, trees uprooted and felled as if they were made out of feathers. I don't know how long I was looking out of the window, gazing at the desolation and destruction that greeted me.
My thoughts snapped back to my parents. Where were they? Did they even survive this? I began to cry at this thought. My world would be empty without my mummy and daddy. They had to have survive this, they just had to.