Destined To Die - Original Writing

Destined To Die - Original Writing

Buildings collapsed to the ground hysterically, like a baby trying to

take his first steps, but slowly stumbling back down. People were

crushed devastatingly under buildings; people fled the city like an

army of ants marching out. Cars crashed into each other dreadfully,

children lost in contact with their beloved parents, nevertheless many

people raced towards any open churches, for protection and prayers,

but many unfortunately collapsed too. This quake was an uncontrollable

disaster. Several minutes later the quake had stopped, leaving

thousands homeless, thousands had been injured and yet thousands had

died, many were also missing. (The most that were missing were

unusually the civilians who were by the quake fault)

All local hospitals were packed with a continuous flow of patients,

people were screaming, with deep-filled emotions, and their was also

moaning, permanently surrounding the atmosphere. Parts of the hospital

had been ruined by the quake, so it was a constant rush hour of

civilians panicking around the hospital. Fire fighters could not get

to some particular places to put out the blazing, horrendous fires. So

much looting was rapidly occurring.

The mayor Jason Quinn got into contact with John: (head of geologist

department- quake specialist) over the CB radio (all power had been

lost, phones, electricity, water etc.) he distinguishly cried,

“Mayday, Mayday, is anybody there?”

John proceeded towards the CB radio slowly and wondered whether he

should reply or not, it was his boss, the rest of john’s team stared

at him with great seriousness and conscientiousness. “I think you

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... Going down into the pitch black and humid heat would not help.

As the tremendous machine started to excavate into the dark ground he

knew he had just seen this before, what with all the questionable

images in his mind, john started to feel horrified with these crude

illustrations portrayed in his uncanny mind. The hole was getting

deeper. Several hours had passed, and john did all he could to extrude

the exuberant images, but the deeper they proclaimed, the more it was

of a facsimile to his absurd brain. He had no equanimity. John did not

say anything to Sadie as he did not want to petrify her, although she

asked why he kept on coming out in constant sweats, the excuse was he

was excited to see what was down here, but he knew he was terrified,

but any how there was no going back now, definitely not for a long

time.