IRJ-CP#16
The World’s End: Part Two
I woke in a daze. It was dark. I took out my phone to use as a makeshift flashlight. All around me people were asleep with tracks of tears and mud lining their faces. I stood up feeling the need to get fresh air. I found the door and opened it. It was not the terminal that met me on the other side, but a view of a destroyed downtown Denver. I made my way past rubble, and parts of planes strewn across a newly created field. All I could think of was how awesome it all looked even though I knew in my heart many people had already died.
What I happened to overlook as I was scanning the landscape, were the two gargantuan Tornados heading my way. My luck had not run out because a decently in tact car was parked only about five meters away from me. As I ran toward the car, my luck seemed like it ran out too. A crack widened just before my eyes in front of the car. I acted quickly and jumped across the chasm not thinking through all the consequences that may have occurred. Just as I neared the edge, another quake occurred and my right hand grasped the cliff. One by one my fingers started slipping, but a hand grabbed my free hand and I was dragged to safety.
The prettiest face I had ever seen met me as I stood up. What was I thinking? How was this any time to think about that? The pretty face and I ran towards the car, got in and tried to find the nearest route away from Denver. I couldn’t believe the last ten minutes of my life and I was off to…well somewhere with this mystery girl.
