Shock

by Sparks In Shadow

The eastern doors were locked and the corridor to the north exit was blocked by debris. Daniel ran with Lissa in his arms, adrenaline masking the burn in his muscles and propelling him around the corner to the western doors.

In the distance, he could see the fallen overhead walkway, the elegant glass and steel collapsed inside a haze of thick afternoon lit particles, like the ones already irritating his throat. His eyes looked past people, falling on the atrium’s fruit trees, torn and dotting the destruction with a deep remembered green that stopped him just before the next aftershock.

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