Heather
12-01-2005, 04:03 PM
She was able to move her head from side to side to open up enough room to allow dust and pebbles to rain past her shoulders. Her eyes were just as good closed as they were open, a thick layer of dust over the back of her throat made her cough, forcing her head up and dislodging the rocks above. She found just enough room to slide her arms under herself and push away the heavy slabs of concrete pinning her. Debris of rock and mortar instantly streamed down from above to fill the newly formed space in the fall. Throwing her hands up she grabbed a firm hold and climbed hand over hand as larger chunks fell on and around her. A great deep groan unsettled every last bit of dust and rubble and sent her into a desperate scramble. She found one last solid hold as the ground fell around her. Hanging by her arms and suddenly dangling, she waited for the moment for her to fall but the slab she clung to remained steady.
An airy sense of openness surrounded her, the air noticeable cooler then the cramp heat she’d just escaped from. Some of the dust began to settle, blinking the grime away from her eyes she looked up to crimson clouds painted against a dark sky and a stiff breeze beginning to blow. With a grunt she hoisted herself up to find a wide platform and pulled herself flat across it. The dry dust caught in her throat and sent her coughing violently. Regaining herself she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked them open instantly locking on the desolate view that spread out before her. What remained of the third floor gave her a perch above a smashed and decaying cityscape. The red tinge from the sky above mingled with the building darkness to cast a rust colored hew across a limitless expanse of burning rubble and decrepitated skyscrapers.
All she could do is blink in response to the blank this was drawing in her head. She turned away and rubbed her eyes once again trying to pull the rest of the grit from the corners. Finally shaking her head she glanced back out at the expanse but closed her eyes after only a moment. She didn’t want to take the view in; she didn’t know what it could mean. Instead she spun around to face a door, with a narrow frantic tunnel vision she blasted though the door and raced down a flight of stairs.
Busting though a security door she faltered for just a second when her force caught up with her. She picked her head back up and ran full speed for a good fifty yards before sliding to a stop to catch her breath. Pulling in a big gasp of air she coughed loudly one last time as the cool air hit the back of her dry throat. With her head down her feet drew her attention, or rather boots, that went up to her thighs. She realized she was wearing a dusty red and white leather suit that she didn’t remember putting on. She knew something in her head should be telling her what was going on, to explain something of this but there was only the feeling of distance and void.
The thought was lost in her head when she noticed the scene all around her. She was on a vacant, broken street, the litter of a fallen society around her feet. Everywhere she turned she found desolation and not a shred of recognition hit her. She slowly took a step, then stopped and looked around again. Not one direction seemed to be the right one. She gazed down the stretch of shattered pavement to where it disappeared into a plume of smoke and hesitantly walked off in that direction.
An airy sense of openness surrounded her, the air noticeable cooler then the cramp heat she’d just escaped from. Some of the dust began to settle, blinking the grime away from her eyes she looked up to crimson clouds painted against a dark sky and a stiff breeze beginning to blow. With a grunt she hoisted herself up to find a wide platform and pulled herself flat across it. The dry dust caught in her throat and sent her coughing violently. Regaining herself she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked them open instantly locking on the desolate view that spread out before her. What remained of the third floor gave her a perch above a smashed and decaying cityscape. The red tinge from the sky above mingled with the building darkness to cast a rust colored hew across a limitless expanse of burning rubble and decrepitated skyscrapers.
All she could do is blink in response to the blank this was drawing in her head. She turned away and rubbed her eyes once again trying to pull the rest of the grit from the corners. Finally shaking her head she glanced back out at the expanse but closed her eyes after only a moment. She didn’t want to take the view in; she didn’t know what it could mean. Instead she spun around to face a door, with a narrow frantic tunnel vision she blasted though the door and raced down a flight of stairs.
Busting though a security door she faltered for just a second when her force caught up with her. She picked her head back up and ran full speed for a good fifty yards before sliding to a stop to catch her breath. Pulling in a big gasp of air she coughed loudly one last time as the cool air hit the back of her dry throat. With her head down her feet drew her attention, or rather boots, that went up to her thighs. She realized she was wearing a dusty red and white leather suit that she didn’t remember putting on. She knew something in her head should be telling her what was going on, to explain something of this but there was only the feeling of distance and void.
The thought was lost in her head when she noticed the scene all around her. She was on a vacant, broken street, the litter of a fallen society around her feet. Everywhere she turned she found desolation and not a shred of recognition hit her. She slowly took a step, then stopped and looked around again. Not one direction seemed to be the right one. She gazed down the stretch of shattered pavement to where it disappeared into a plume of smoke and hesitantly walked off in that direction.