Dystopia

== Preface ==
Run.
"Go, go, go!"
Run.
The building shakes. The earth quakes beneath my feet.
Run. Run. Run.
Stop.
My feet root me to the stop. Start running! I demand my feet.
No. Save him. Save them. They can't die. Save all of them.
The earth gives one last mighty growl. Sirens flash and I hear the built-in system telling me—us—to get out before we're crushed. Warning. Warning. Please evacuate all occupants. Haven will fall in ten, nine, eight, seven...
"Move!" I scream, out loud this time.
...six, five...
I look around frantically. A pair of blue eyes meet mine, and then widen. "RUN!" I don't know if it's my voice, or someone else's.
...four, three, two...
No! Do something, anything... Run. RUN. RUN!
One.
Weak, I chastise myself as the entire building—the place I've been beginning to consider my new home—collapses on my head.