History in the Making - Part 8

Post date: Apr 4, 2016 9:24:49 PM

Some fast steps ahead I hear a violent crumbling sound behind me announcing the end of the existence of that place. Still in shock I couldn't stop trembling, and as I became aware of that, my legs grew more tiresome as I stool still looking from afar to the pile of dust and rock of what was once a work place. But that was not the only affected building and as I twirl on my self I staggered in shook and fell to the ground with the surrounding horizon of devastation that I didn't come to realize until then.

As far as the eye can see no building was standing still. The quakes were unforgiving and that was well displayed over piles and piles of rock, dust and half skeletons of tall buildings. Also the reddish aurora of the sunset gave the hole area a gloomy air as not even a single creature was audible in the distance. All was dead! ...or all was gone!

Trying to shake up the fear and sudden loneliness I came back to my savior van. It's not really my van but it marks my salvation from that dreadful place. A quick survey around the place shows no signs of a living soul instead it revealed some kind of building security uniform. As I approached I recognize the face from the every morning enthusiastic greeting now collapsed on the floor, passed out with a sour expression on his 78 year old face. Aside from some dust he doesn't seam injured in any way. But why would he collapsed then? Could he have been stroke with something that knocked him out?

I ran the rest of the steps toward the inert body and by a flick of the hand slapped the man once! Then twice! Then a ... before I could lay my harsh hand on that poor man's face one more time he woke up and started vomiting and breathing heavily as if he was almost drowned.

Moments after that affliction, the poor man started panicking as if my despair wasn't enough and as an attempt to stop all that before it got me worst, I simply stated...

- Sir, what is your name? - Absurdly enough I was unable to locate the man's name in my mind.

- Help me! - He replied not noticing my unbeliever expression. - Help me! - He repeated when not seeing a change in my expression. - I'm a building security guard! We work in the same place! You know me!

Snapping out of some sort of trance I helped the poor man back to his feet still not knowing what to say or how to act. He's still heavy breathing... But why?...

I started looking around the rubble as in search for something when he pulled me away from there. As the distance grew from our starting point he started to tell me his tale...