Thread: The New "Old" World (vanityinfinite & darkangel76)

His gaze remained in the direction of this slowly moving figure approaching him. The slight figure emerging from the darkness of the bridge covering showed off her auburn hair, wet from the rain above. The words escaping her lips, trembling as were her hands. The suggestion coming maybe we should wait it out making total sense to him, but no sense at the same time. They needed to act. Act in what way he wasnt sure, but he was certain that they needed to act. As her eyes drifted to some wreckage in the distance his eyes moved back to the devastation before him. Why couldnt he remember anything! His steps becoming more confident with each passing moment as his consciousness fully returns, he steps out into the rain no, not rain this is ash. As hands stretch out, collecting small amounts of ash, noises from all around seem to fill the air. The crumbling of buildings stretched out before them. The settling of the crashing bridge above them. The noise of fires burning all around. His mind revelling in these impossible surroundings, not only the impossibility of it all but the fact he couldnt remember anything. Turning to this girl beside him staring out in awestruck wonder as he was likely doing moments ago his lips parted again What happened here? Where are we? the implication again rising to his mind that he doesnt even know who he is himself. Watching as her hands run through her hair he instinctively does the same to find a sore spot that makes him wince on the back of his head. Is this a wound? He pulls his hand away from his hair to look for blood. No blood. Reaching back, touching the spot again. Groans come from deep within, the groans of pain as he touches something, he pulls his hand back to look again no, nothing. .. Francis Francis Bill pushes on his friends shoulder. Francis, wake up he desperately pleas again pushing him harder, slapping him fully across the face while looking down at his crushed legs beneath a steel beam. Francis Bills voice trails off knowing his friend is gone. The days of a casual lunch with his good friend are gone. Francis was just telling Bill how he and his fianc got engaged last night and how it happened when the building above them began to crumble. The overwhelming shock of the incident difficult to understand a noise began the whole thing, so loud that neither Bill or Francis could hear what the other was saying a noise so loud that a small amount of blood flowed from both. The shock brought them to their feet, looking around, looking everywhere for some explanation of what just happened but then the ground began to shake. They both didnt know if they should run, should they stand still? Rain from the sky fell, but it wasnt from the heavens it was from the buildings around them. Their eyes looking up watched in horror as high rises started to crumble not just building parts and pieces but people people jumping to try and survive whatever this was. Landing in a muddied mess beside them spurred them to run to shelter which is how they found this cove. Nestled under a large concrete monument, their only hope, they looked at each other terrified of what may happen. The next moments passed so fast. People being crushed everywhere by the large structures pounding into the ground. People jumping from newly broken windows, desperate attempts ending in the only way possible. Bills eyes transfixed on the darkened sky, watching as the scene got worse by the minute only to look back at his friends lifeless eyes, his body crushed. Lifting himself to his feet from under the structure that did indeed save his life Bill looked around. Nothing but rubble. Nothing but destruction. His hearing returning with a slight ringing along with it brought into focus the noises around him. Fire, crashing, screaming! Someone screaming.