When the quaking stopped, she was
sure the world must have ended.
She
didn’t know what to expect when she stepped outside. She imagined what might be
on the other side of the door to the abandoned house she now hid in. Frozen,
she saw a world of ice, or maybe of fire. Maybe there was simply nothing at
all. Or, the allowed herself to think, maybe a new world had been born in the
chaos. Maybe it will be Heaven, she thought.
She
stepped over the wooden planks, snapped, that had fallen from the ceiling above
her; she could see a grey sky through the spaces where the roofing had caved
in, pushing aside wrecked household appliances—destroyed cushions, dismembered
chairs.
She
took a deep breath, standing by the door, her hand gripping the handle tightly.
Was she ready for this? What if she saw something too terrible?
Nevertheless,
she forced herself to swing the door open. Rubble was holding it closed, and
she had to pull with all her might to squeeze herself through the doorway and
out onto the streets of LA.
The
first thing she saw was the sky.
It
was layered with clouds of ash, smoke billowing up in the distance from an
incredible fire in the northern side of the city. The endless skies held no
light—and neither did the Earth’s surface underneath it.
Cars
without doors littered the streets, careened off cracked roads torn in to
pieces. As she stepped further out into the street, she saw so, so much more.
Only
one, single building remained of the great city, looming over the city on its
own, left to rule the city of ashes. The rest had fallen to crumpled piles of
concrete and metal on the ground. Shattered glass layered the broken ground.
It
was beautiful disaster.
She
couldn’t believe her eyes as she made her way toward the city and that one,
looming tower, now suddenly unbelievable huge next to the leveled grounds of
the destroyed city.
She
passed cars beyond totaled—tipped sideways and upside-down—their glass windows all
shattered from impact.
She
traced the yellow line running up the street. She found difficulty when the
street plummeted into ditches created in the chaos. Cracks ran along the entire
ground, and she wondered if they stretched on for miles.
She
saw no people.
She
stopped when she finally reached it, the single tower poking the serrated sky.
The grand door was held open with a large chunk of debris. Inching herself
through the space, she found herself gravitating to the stairs. Mindlessly, she
climbed and climbed until she was at the top. By that time, she felt as if she’d
been reaching for the tip of the world for an eternity, but she finally found
the one window, a whole wall’s length, that stretched over the city. And as she
stood there, looking at the whole city all at once, she knew she was the only
one left.
Wish me luck!! :)
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