CRASH!
The barricade is
down.
I rush to the alarm. It sounds, but already I know that it will do
no good.
I can hear the chaos from
above ground, several floors up.
I can hear the men
shouting.
I can hear the women
yelling orders to their children, husbands.
I can hear a child
wailing.
Noise means there are
people who are still alive. Noise means…
The yells turn to
screams.
I’m rushing downstairs as
fast as I can, as fast as my legs can take me.
Only one thought is
repeating through my mind, over and over again.
Please let her be all
right.
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