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Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby pantalimon on Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:59 pm

She breathed heavily, grasping at anything that might come to her reach. Mark Conway was crouched over her, saying something that she couldn't understand. She could see his words in the air above her...they were fuzzy. She reached up, trying to pet one, but her fingers just groped at the air as the furry dialogue had never trully existed. She realized she was on the floor now, and decided vaguely that she must've slipped from between the seat and the floor that was now the ceiling to the ceiling...that was now the floor. Everything was blurry, that was the only other thing she knew. It was too hard for her to see around the shapes that looked like bodies, but that couldn't be. Nobody was dead, things like that just didn't happen in Alpha Terra! Eventually, she managed to get out one gasping word, then another, and another; until all of the syllables wound together to make an unevenly paced sentence. "Get...the others...first. I...can...wait. You can...move, ri...ght?" She closed her eyes, her whole body shaking. "I'm sorry if...I'm causing you any...trouble!" Her last word came out as a cry of pain, and she clutched her side with her hand. A long gash that she couldn't make out ripped across her right hip and up towards her right arm, running over her stomach and the left side of her ribs.

Arruelette was being cruel to herself, not allowing the full realization of what had happened to reach her brain. But in a way, it was good. What if her bruised, battered body couldn't take the truth, and that just pushed her farther in to the void? She opened her eyes once more, her pupils flicking back and forth in an attempt to make just one thing more clear; any one thing. "Go on, get out." She raised the hand not covering her wound, and pointed in a random direction that Mark was intended to take as her forbidding him to help her and therefore further endanger himself. "I'm just some stupid kid, but you're gonna make it big. Go...on." This last pause was not from the pain, but from indesicion. She was, in truth, a life that could be thrown away. But that didn't mean she wanted to be. What she really wanted was to grow up, to live her life and become a big-time business manager.

She pulled both of her arms in to her chest, drawing all of her warmth to that important area. Then she willed herself to sit up, her thighs shrieking in protest until she finally sat upright. Rue leaned forward slowly, until she could slide her legs around behind her and pull herself along in an army crawl. She began to edge towards the hole in the collapsed metal, drawing her elbows in whenever she passed what she suspected to be dead bodies, but she wouldn't let herself believe that yet. "Come on, Rue." She told herself, now using her knees to squeeze through the little bit of space the hole offered. "Come on."

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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Rachel coughed, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to take a deep breath to relax herself. This only contributed to her panic, as she went into a fit of spluttering and barking coughs, her lungs filling with... smoke? The paramedic's blue eyes widened in realisation, something on the bus was on fire, and if they didn't get out fast then they would suffocate! "We've... got to get out!" she called, choking on the smoke even as she spoke "The bus is filling up with smoke! We don't have long!"

Wincing through the pain as she put weight on her arms, Rachel began to crawl forwards through the remains of the 379, toward the tiny gap between the concrete slab and the bus's body. As she crawled she felt bodies underneath her, and her hacking coughs turned into sobs as she tried to ignore them, ignore the feel of the innocent people who had died, every one of them getting on the bus this morning with no inkling of what awaited them. Five minutes could have made a difference, being held back by a phonecall, sleeping through the alarm, leaving something at their home and having to go back for it - any of those things could have saved these peoples' lives, it was a sick and twisted fate that doomed them to this sudden death, without warning. How many of them had said goodbye to their loved ones this morning? Rachel knew she hadn't spoken to her brother or parents for days. Thinking of them brought on a second round of sobbing as she crawled onwards - how could she know if they were even alive? Was anyone else alive?

In the claustrophobic confines of the overturned 379, its body quickly filling with smoke, nothing was certain. Was there even a city to return to? Had everything been destroyed?

As Rachel approached where the concrete had fallen onto the bus, she grimaced, the light from the small gap making her squint after so long in the darkness. She didn't have time to get used to it though, she could feel her breaths getting short, she was inhaling too much smoke. Heaving herself upwards with a quiet cry as her muscles protested the exertion, Rachel neared the gap, finally managing to squeeze through and pull herself out into the open air...

The sight that greeted her took her newly found breath away from her in a moment. Gone was the sunny morning, the blue skies extending across the landscape as far as the eye could see, and in its place were swirling clouds, dark and menacing, lightning flashing amongst them. The very sky seemed to be tinted red with the blood of the dying, hanging in a grim overcast above the city. A city in flames. The proud buildings of Alpha Terra were alight, no structure seeming to entirely escape damage. Some were completely destroyed, reduced to rubble that scattered into the streets, remnants of offices, of peoples' houses, of peoples' lives.

In the street the bus had fallen into, a built up area below the freeway, the devastation was no less. Two adjacent flats had collapsed into the road, the pipes from their plumbing spraying water feebly onto the burning wrecks of homes and workplaces. Cars were overturned, people lay dying or dead, and buildings groaned on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with smoke, making breathing difficult even in the open air, but not so much that there was a risk of death from it. Rachel knelt beside the bus where she had slid down from the tiny exit, unable to move for the shock. Nothing like this had ever happened, not in Alpha Terra. There were too many questions, was her family alive? What had caused the meteor strike? How could the sky itself seem to be on fire?

And most importantly...

Where could they go, when Alpha Terra was all they had known their whole lives?
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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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The scent of smoke and the panicked cries reached her senses at the same time. Suddenly Sascha lost her control and the muscles in her body, though sore and bruised, propelled her forward. The passengers seemed leaden weights placed in her way and she found herself pushing past their corpses and trying not to think about what she doing. She didn't want to admit the skin beneath her hands was a little boy or a young woman. She didn't want sorrow mixed in the melting pot of fear and panic.

Her lungs ached, her broken ribs ground inside her body and she shrieked as the pain lanced up her sides, nearly incapacitating her. She found the energy to fight her way forward and squinted her eyes against the smoke. Finally her hands touched concrete and she sunk her nails into the slab like it was attempting escape. She heaved her form through the gap, not as small as she thought, and surfaced to a scent of fire even thicker then that in the bus.

Her pulse matched a hummingbird's heartbeat. She climbed to the tip of the slab warily, the sight causing her fear to rise to levels that numbed her pain, if only temporarily. She watched on with her boots planted flat, trying to steady herself against the rush of adrenaline. She was not greeted by sunshine and freedom but an anarchy unraveling fast. Sunlight winked through the swirling clouds before being swallowed by the storm, its hungry bolts of lightning searing the sky. Ozone and smoke mixed in the air, the smells twining together like lovers and morphing into something much worse. It was the odor of the end of the world, the perfume of Hell's dungeons.

The skies had never seemed so threatening to Sascha. Once blue and beautiful, they had hurtled their rocky destruction at her city and now all that was left was rubble and waste. The air was full of screams of pain tainted with sorrow and her ears began to ring. One hand snaked up to her injured ribs and she stood for a moment, cradling herself like she was only person left in the world. It seemed that way to her as she watched her city die. She had only known Alpha Terra, it was her home, and now she knew nothing. Everything had been destroyed.

The noises reverberated in her skull like ricochet. She came back to earth and looked down from the tip of the slab, seeking descent. Once she was safe on the concrete road she noticed another survivor, an injured woman also overwhelmed by their obvious doom.

There is nothing left but those that survived. Sascha thought. She shook her head as if in denial. This isn't Alpha Terra anymore.

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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Stella had heard other voices, calling back to her that she was alright, and other voices that eagerly called to get out of the bus. Stella didn't know if the woman she just shook was alive or not, maybe she wasn't, oh god. The redhead couldn't help but sob throughout the whole time she was trying to see in the dark, and when smoke reached her, her shocked sobs morphed into eager tremors within her small frame. And opening, yes, there was an opening. She squinted, the light from the opening was flickering on and off, what? It wasn't until she neared it enough to realize people were already slipping through it with terrible trouble, of course.

Eventually, she had followed two other women out the opening, scrambling to her feet. Stella cried out in emotional success of getting out, only a moment later the view before her opening up before her eyes. What was left of Alpha Terra was something that resembled hell... Stella couldn't handle so much, she bent over with her bleeding arms pressed against her stomach and threw up her breakfast. She cried then, her legs growing wobbly with each moment passing that she looked upon the city. The initial response of her stomach upturning has passed, and now, only dread and fear dominated her, as well as mourn for all the lost people. All her co-workers, oh how she wished they were okay.

The three women were all too overwhelmed by this destruction to acknowledge each other. And although Stella's legs were vigorously shaking, she continued to stand, her hands in her hair, and her eyes fixed onto the wreck. She couldn't look away...

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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"Lianna! Lianna!" The words echoed through her mind, drowning out the ringing in her ears. She could see her sister. Looking around she realised she was stood right at the edge of the city, on the edge of a wall that dropped down into the water. The water that her sister stood on. Her sister who looked identical to her in every way.

"Nala" Lianna mumbled before letting out a scream, clutching at her chest as a sharp pain pierced through her body. She looked up at her twin sister who was fading before her eyes, tears streamed down Nala's face as she mouthed the words I love you sis. Lianna shook her head, but she knew what had happened. Her twin had died, and some weird connection between them allowed Lianna to know. The pain in her chest told her that.

"Lianna, please God tell me you are alive!" Lianna woke again in time for the bus to crash upside down, her head thudded against the roof, pain flew through her body and she screamed out, distantly noting her phone slipping away in the corner of her eye before darkness took her once again.

What seemed like hours later, the smell of smoke woke Lianna and she groaned trying to move her arms but failing. "Ouch" She choked out, before she did just that. Coughs tore through her body seeming to heighten every part of her that hurt. "Help" She called out, coughing once more as she struggled to move towards the only light she could see. Her voice was horse as she pushed her way over various bodies, adrenaline pulsed through her, enough for her to get out of the bus alive, falling to the ground she didn't have chance to look at her surroundings, instead her body shook with coughs once more and her lungs cried out for air.

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby NotAFlyingToy on Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:08 am

Nick's body was in agony.

It wasn't agony that came from a certain place, but a general screaming of muscles, singing of bones in deep physical pain that spread through his body like wildfire. As he often did, he took inventory of his muscles, flexing limbs from his toes inside his black word boots, to his facial expressions, his eyes still tightly shut. His left calf was stiff and a sharp pain originated from his right shoulder, and he was pretty sure his back was torn to shit from asphalt. At least two of his fingers were fractured, probably broken, and he felt something wet trickling down his left arm. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He didn't want to see where the noises that sounded like something burning and the screams and faint sirens originated from. He briefly battled with blacking out again, but he refused it, shut it down. He opened his eyes.

He was lying, sprawled upon a man's stomach, his back propped up against it, his arms akimbo over his head. He was on concrete, and this confused him. He had been on a bus, wasn't he? Briefly, he remembered screaming, looking up through a window to see a giant chunk of rock, the man beside him yelling. He had stood, to run, to scream, to do something when he felt the impact of the bus rocketing, and they were airborne, end over end. He remembers the man flailing as he was thrown out the window, and struggling as he followed, the burn of the concrete against his back as he slid... slid...

---
“I’m sick of school.”

The little girl pouted from her perch on his kitchen table, and Nick couldn’t help but laugh. Dalia always got grumpy whenever she came over. Already twelve years old and carrying his disdain for school. Nick had to hand it to her; she caught on faster than he did.

“Why? What happened?” He asked, his back to her as he fixed her lunch. It had been a continuing tradition for the two of them; every two weeks, when he had a break in homework, his half sister would visit, and they’d swap stories about how boring school was and who her current crush is and what he had learned in medical school that week. Today, he was making her Mac n’ Cheese, because, as a university kid, he only had so much nutrition in the house at one time.

“Our politics class gets really boring as soon as the teacher closes the door, and there aren’t even any cute boys in it.” Dalia sighed dramatically, and Nick bit his cheek in a grin. Their conversations usually touched on her love of boys, but this was the first time they launched right into it.

“You need to stick with it, bud. I did, and look at me. I’m going to be a hotshot paramedic one day.”

“Puh-lease,” Dalia said, grinning at him. “The only remotely cool thing about your job is you get to drive an ambulance.”

Nick laughed. “Touche, kid.” He presented her with the bowl and swatted her butt off of the table. “Now eat. I’m sick of hearing you talk.”

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With a sharp gasp, Nick opened his eyes, and immediately fought the urge to shut them again. All around him, buildings were shattered and collapsing; signs sporting huge, gaping holes teetered and groaned, the sound of steel stretching and bending grating on his ears. In front of him, a block of concrete served as the final grave site for an exotic looking car, the impact from the concrete's fall pressing down on the roof, the windows blown out. He swivelled his head some more, looking for the bus.

He found it about fifteen feet to his left, wrecked, with a chunk of concrete lying haphazardly on top of it. His paramedic training, though reduced through his five month leave, started kicking in, bringing on an adrenaline rush that seized him. He had to get to the bus. He had to help those people.

When he tried to stand, his left calf screamed again, and he realised that a chunk of glass was jutting out of it. Without wasting time, he drew his pocket knife and extracted it. He cut his pant leg off at the knee and dug into it, gritting his teeth against the pain. When the glass finally gave in to his ministrations, he staggered to his feet, ignoring the open wound for now. He hobbled towards the bus, determined.

“Anybody need a doctor!?” His voice sounded hoarse, desperate. But that’s who he was now. He was going to get through this. He’s come too damn far to not get through this.

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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At the peaking of dawn through her small fogged window, Daisy turned over in her bed, pulling the covers over her head to shield her eyes from the bright array of sunlight. Squinting her eyes a bit, she huffed out a loud sigh and groaned as she yanked the covers away from her face, then turned to stare at the alarm clock beside her bed that rang annoyingly in her ears. It was approximately 7:15 in the morning, meaning it was time for Daisy to hop out of bed to get ready, so she could head off to work at her miserable job of pharmaceutical work.

She slid the heavy cotton blanket over her body, and kicked at it as it came towards her feet. Practically knocking the blanket off onto the floor at the foot of her bed, she hoisted her torso into a sitting position, and extended her arms about to stretch them. After rubbing the grains of sand out of her eyes, she stood up from her uncomfortable mattress she called a bed, and slapped the "snooze" button on the booming alarm clock that had woken her up so suddenly.

She pranced around her room in her undies and sports bra, frantically visiting each station and sifting through her dressers for a decent shirt, a nice pair of slacks, and some old-fashioned low heels. She struggled with her faded yellow blouse, turning it inside out, then outside in, and pulling it down over her plump torso. She then reached for her dark/light grey pin-striped slacks and danced around in a small circle, having a bit of trouble slipping them on. When she finally dressed herself, the only thing that was left to do was to slip on her shoes. She dug through the stack of footwear on the floor of her closet and pulled out a pair of black, two inch heel shoes.

Now fully dressed, Daisy shimmied her way into the bathroom to help her appearance maintain a casual, yet somewhat sophisticated look. She quickly ran a brush roughly through her hair, pulling harshly at the tangles that developed all throughout her hair over night. She then reached over the counter and picked up her toothbrush and her Crest Whitening toothpaste in the same hand. She turned the cold water knob towards the right, and rinsed her dry toothbrush on the now running faucet infront of her. She unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste, and squirted a couple dabs of it onto her toothbrush and shoved her toothbrush into her mouth. After massaging her teeth violently with her toothbrush, she took a sip of water, swished it in her mouth, spit, and turned off the water faucet. She threw down the open toothpaste container and the wet toothbrush, and rushed out of the bathroom to grab her purse, her keys, and her lucky silver chain.

As soon as she gathered her essentials for work, she rushed herself out of the house, and locked the door behind her. She searched through her purse to retrieve her cell phone, and stared at the time, noticing she was late. 7:38. Shit! The bus would be coming any second now down her street, and she couldn't afford to miss another day of work, or be late for that matter.

Hearing the loud roars of the bus's engine from the street over, her eyes widened and her feet took off down the street, traveling at the fastest speed she could with heels on. The bus would approach closer, and stop at the bus stop about twenty feet away from where Daisy's position was. She screamed and raised her hand at the bus, trying to catch the bus driver's attention. "Waaaaaiiittt!!!" Her shrill voice screamed through the massive silence of the dead morning air. She continued running as fast as she could and could feel her pounding heart slow as the bus driver nodded his head and waited for her to board the bus.

With a heavy sigh, Daisy climbed exhaustedly onto the bus, and stared at the riders as the bus doors closed and the large vehicle resumed on its excursion. Daisy scanned the rows of seats, picking out a specific empty seat near the back on the left. She traveled down the row slowly, grabbing onto each passing pole for support, considering the bus felt rather jerky and her adrenaline had been racing rather vastly. When she sat down, she drew in a deep breath and exhaled heavily, then stared out the side window of the bus, awaiting to get off at her desired destination.




The bus rides have always been hot, considering it didn't seem to have much ventilation, and there were always a lot of riders who gave off heat from their bodies. But today, the bus seemed unusually steamy. This was very odd, indeed, and made Daisy wonder just what caused the vehicle to grow with such a scorching temperature.

Startled, Daisy peaked out around the seat infront of her to notice a woman screetching and pointing towards the sky. She arched a brow in utter confusion, and turned back to look out the window to see what the woman had been pointing at. Holy hell, what is that?! Daisy thought. Her mind was now scattered with even more confusion. She stood up, grabbed a hold of a nearby pole for balance, and stared blindly out of the window at a large flaming rock hurdling towards the city.

Her eyes slowly widened to that of quarter-shaped balls, and nearly popped out of her head from fear. The loss of breath made Daisy's diaphram grow somewhat weak, and she gasped for breath as she felt her heart pound against her chest. She could nearly feel her life flash before her eyes, and the two images that came to her mind were here parents' faces. She opened her mouth to scream, but failed to make a sound. The only thing that could be heard from her was the soft shock of breathing coming from her fearful state of mind.

As the meteor crashed into the side of the Alpha Building, Daisy watched in awe as it instantly began to topple over the frantic citizens running for their lives. Daisy thought she should have been quicker on her feet an anticipated her own sudden death.

Finally, a scream emanated from her stout, plump body, and screetched among the other riders who seemed to be screaming just fine. As soon as she was informed that more meteors were heading their way, she quickly attempted to make her way to the front of the bus, hoping she'd be able to escape and run for safety.

Suddenly, she was jolted back, and thrown into a nearby seat with an old couple who she'd seen on the bus quite frequently. The bus driver roared the bus into gear and off they went, flying down the free way like a high-speed cop/criminal chase. Daisy couldn't believe the reality that was happening around her. I'm going to die, oh my god, I'm going to die. I love you mother, and father, and I'm so sorry I ever doubted working for you and--- Daisy's thoughts cut off, as she felt the bus come to an immediate drop off of the free way.

Now the entire bus was heading off the deep end, and would soon end everyone's lives as they knew it. As soon as the bus had fallen off the edge, Daisy flew forward, hitting the back of the seat infront of her. She struggled to hold onto something, but found it nearly impossible, with the old couple she had fallen onto, trying to reach for the same supporting matter. The plump woman continued to scream in fright as a puddle of tears streamed down her face.

Her life was agonized at this very moment. The second the bus hit the ground beneath the freeway, Daisy was instantly thrown into oblivion. Her body was plastered to the side of the bus, as it had flipped on its side. Daisy's state of mind was blatantly unconscious.
She could not feel a thing. She was out cold.
Blackness filled her world instantly...
As if this day couldn't have gotten any worse...




The sudden lift of a thick, smokey scent was brought to Daisy's nose as she drifted into miraculous consciousness. Slowly, her eyes struggled to flick open, but succeeded, nonetheless. Her mouth must have fallen open during her lengthy state of oblivion, considering it hung open when she finally came to. A low groan escaped from Daisy's throat as she attempted to inch her arm out from under the old woman who was now lying atop of her. Her tired eyes glared at the woman for a brief moment before realizing that she was under a pile of recently deceased bodies.

Utter shock and fear crept up her spine, and all throughout the innerworkings of her body. Her stomach churned at the thought of being toppled by dead bodies, and now she saw the reality of the situation. She was alive. Could this be real? Was this just a simple dream, a nightmare, that she'd wake up from, crying and gasping in bed?

Absolutely not.

This was extreme reality; the exact opposite of what she thought would happen in a day's worth. Another slight grunt emanated from deep within her throat, and she nearly choked on a gasp as she struggled to unlock her arm from around a seat's leg. Successfully doing so, she slowly drew her arm towards her face and whiped a warm liquid away from her forehead. She stared at her hand, examining the thick blood that had covered the palm of her hand.

She grimaced as she winced at the pain that came from her chest, feeling as though her ribs had pierced her heart. Her lungs felt weak, and were filled to the top with the heavy, thick smoke from the bus. Her right leg had been bent backwards under her body, and was near to impossible to move. No feeling came to this leg when she tried to move it; it was fractured all the way from the thigh, down to the ankle.

Daisy wriggled her body to bring some life to her muscles that seemed to fall asleep, due to sudden shock. When she felt the blood start to flow through her body, she felt a bit stronger than she was at the moment, and used this to her advantage to get out of her current situation. As quick as she could, she slowly pushed the old woman's heavy body off of her. When she achieved that task, she reached out to grab a hold of a part of the window that had been shattered out during the explosive crash. She used every bit of her upper body strength to hoist herself up into a hunched sitting position, so she could get a better look at the inside of the bus, and see if she could spot any visible exits.

She was in luck! She spotted a small opening and noticed some of the other riders had the same idea as she: escape. She sighed as she bent her body forward and crawled towards the opening, struggling from her limp leg trailing behind her. Once she came in contact with the opening, she reached her nearly limp arms above her head and grabbed a hold of the sides of the opening. She used the rest of the strength she had left to hoist herself up out of the shattered remains of the bus.

As soon as she was out of the large, toppled vehicle filled with dying, or newly dead passengers, she rolled down the side of it and hit the ground with an "Oomph!" She groaned loudly and flipped over onto her back, staring up at the tainted colors of the sky that she knew to always be so bright. She blinked a couple times to focus her vision in the bright sunlight that hit her in the face like a bullet to the forehead.

She could barely remember a thing. Everything was so hazy now. Was this really happening? Had her parents survived the meteor attack as well? What would come of Alpha Terra, now? Thoughts raced through her mind, scattering her many other thoughts.

The only thing that relieved her for the moment, was that she was alive. At the thought of a giant glass of water being splashed over her face to wake her up for being late, she managed to fake a tiny grin, and laid her head back onto the hard concrete. Her eyes drifted slowly closed, and she fell back into a heavy slumber...

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Re: Crisis, Alpha Terra - Closed RP

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Daniel breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. As he did so he felt all the blood rushing to his head, and also pain from his thigh. He looked down, craning his neck back to see. What had been the roof of the car was now a crumpled, mangled piece of metal covered in shards of glass. The steering wheel had been hit by something in the crash, and was bent round at an obscure angle, almost facing in the complete opposite direction to where it should have been facing. The seats were all ripped, a result of the broken glass that had exploded into the car when the windows had shattered. Likewise, Daniel had sustained cuts to his hands, torso and face as a result, but although some were long and looked serious, they were only superficial wounds. Down his right arm was a burn, but Daniel could not remember how it had occurred. Nor did he know how the cut on his thigh had happened, at least until he saw the jagged end of the gear stick jutting out, the end snapped off, and the sharp, jagged metal end that was tipped with red.

All he could remember during the crash was his vision spinning, out of focus and blurred because of the car spinning over end. And the jolting, whenever the car hit the ground, almost a continuous vibration that sent tremors running down his spine and the base of his skull. Then the silence when it stopped, but only for a moment. Then his ears recovered for the outburst of noise, and he could hear all around him what seems to be the sound of thunder as building after building collapsed as a result of the meteors. He looked outside of the car and could see he had been lifted into the air, and was now on top of two other cars, both in the same state as his, or worse. All around other cars were the same.

Before he had crash however, his memory was vivid. The sight of meteors plummeting towards you through the sky is not one that can be easily erased from the memory, after all. He had been driving, and the shock of the sight had caused him to slam down his brakes for a moment. He had sat there, staring at the burning masses of rock speeding towards the city. Then fear kicked in, as it always does in the end. Adrenaline rushing through him, he had started the car and began to drive, though he knew there was no way he could escape by driving, only luck would stop him being hit. But the animal instinct to run had overtaken his senses, and he obeyed it without question, without stopping to think. All around him he could hear screaming. Then a deafening noise, and his car had been tossed into the air.

Daniel put one hand out, stretching to reach what had been the roof of the car. He pushed aside the broken glass, trying to clear a space, although even with no glass he would be lucky to escape without further injury. Then, with one hand still supporting him, he reached down and unbelted his seat belt, quickly moving his other hand to the floor as he did so. He tried to slowly manoeuvre himself down, but as he tried to he slipped. With a crunch he landed on the floor, then held tightly to his thigh, a small moan escaping his lips. He had landed heavily on his side, hitting the cut as he did so. Slowly Daniel stretched out, removing his hands. They came away bloody, and he wiped them on the remains of his shirt with a curse.

With care he pulled himself out of the window, gritting his teeth as his hips scraped against the broken glass that was still left in the frame. He clambered out, and stood to his feet.

Then, for the first time, he turned and looked in the other direction.

He gaped, and then turned away, unable to cope with the sight. Finding the other direction, now he could see it in its entirety was in the same state, he carried on turning. A huge section of the freeway had been destroyed, and in its place was a huge crater. Its sides were littered with crushed pieces of metal that were once cars, and it was also littered with their occupants, no longer living, breathing people, but broken, motionless. Daniel sat down with his head in his hands, unable to see anymore. As he sat there, he could see in his mind his two children, smiling and laughing. Two vertical lines of clean skin appeared in the grime on his face, cleared of blood and dirt by the tears pouring from his eyes as he thought of them, praying they had survived.

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Every second seemed to last an hour. The red sky above seared itself onto Rachel's vision as she stared at it, the cracking flashes of lightning leaving spots in her sight. How long since the meteors had hit? It felt like hours, when in fact it had been but a few minutes. How could this have possibly happened? Without warning, without any sort of sign indicating that today would be the end of their world. Thousands were dead, thousands more trapped and dying. Why were they still alive? Why had fate spared them? Was there a reason, or was it just complete chance. If the bus had been but a few minutes later, or earlier, would they be alive?

The sound of crashing as another section of the freeway above snapped Rachel out of her thoughts, and she let out a brief cry as the hunk of concrete fell noiselessly through the air before hitting the street below with an echoing thud, scattering gravelly debris everywhere, some scratching at her skin as she shielded her eyes with her arms. It wasn't safe to stay here, Rachel realised, any moment another building, or the rest of the freeway could collapse on them and crush them like ants. They had to find somewhere, anywhere safe. And somebody would have to take the lead. Perhaps her silent contemplation and brooding thoughts had been a way to avoid reaching this conclusion, as with it came the feeling of obligation to be that person, to round up these poor people and take them somewhere safe. She was a paramedic, saving lives was her job. But...

No. No buts. How many lives would she have saved had she thought of 'buts', excuses not to act. Not many. With that decision reached, Rachel stood shakily, her muscles searing with pain at the exertion, causing her to bite her lip and take a deep breath in to avoid crying out. She turned to face the tattered remnants of the passengers of the 379, her expression slightly blank and her face covered with sweat, dirt, and caked on blood. "We need to move." she said hesitantly, then again, more confidently and with more of the authority that was usual to her at the scene of an accident "We need to move. It isn't safe here, we could be crushed at any moment. I don't know about you people, but whatever is happening, I want to survive. We can think about where we're headed as we move, as long as we're moving we're safer than standing still."

Where would they go, though? How could anywhere be safe? The only place Rachel knew of where there would be little risk of being crushed was the large park in the center of the city, a safe distance from any buildings. Perhaps they could hide out in an underground train station, or get to the edges of the city and set up by the water. They had to go somewhere, but the decision was where. Where could they be safe, where could they outlast this disaster, where could they find out what in hell was happening?

Not here, that was for certain.

With this final decisive thought, Rachel began walking. "Come on, gather your wits and follow me, at least for now. We can't afford to throw our lives away to despair and misery." she instructed, turning back to the others, still sprawled on the ground or staring blankly into space. "Move it!" she called again, and turned back to walking - slowly, with her injured ankle, but purposefully. She was going to survive.

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