Post by Harang on Sept 10, 2006 20:16:03 GMT -5
Run. Run now, as fast as you possibly can, or you are going to die.
Primal instinct.
The instinct to stay alive.
Intincts were funny in that way. They seemed to sometimes bend the laws of physics when one was pushed to the edge. Great feats had been acomplished, impossible, terrible, things done, when people had reacted quickly on those basic impulses.
These impulses are what now kept Katie pressing on, her legs flying beneath her, and somehow she was not yet out of breath, or conscious of the sharp pain in her side. All that she was aware of was what was in front of her - and how to get around it.
Soon she would hear it, and if she didn't get far enough, she would die when it landed.
Mothers clung terrified to their children, urging them to run faster, to avoid the feet of the strangers running behind them. A child slipped from his parent's arms. Katie could only watch, goosebumps crawling up her arms as she watched in horror. It was as if she had lost all control of her body. She wanted to stop, wanted to run the mere few feet away to the child, scoop him up, get him out of danger and the gruesome tragedy that was about to befall him. Yet she ran on, and tore her gaze away, tears blurring her vision as the child, screaming, was pulled underfoot.
Man, in panic, became much like animals - whom they deemed of a much lower intelligence than themselves.
Tears streaming from her eyes she continued on, her ears filled with the hundreds of screaming, racing people around her. Then over head the sound of something rocket like was heard. Katie lifted her grey eyes to the sky for a moment and spotted the bomb. It dissappeared in the clouds, the sound of it shrieking through the sky eating the voices of the crowd below it until it was all that was to be heard.
Bam! Katie was hit hard in the side by a young man pushing his way through. Knocked off balance, as she started to fall she pictured herself as some kind of macrabe cartoon, her legs twisting up underneath her in a knot. She tried to catch herself, her arms windmilling wildly and grabbing someone's sleeve, was dragged for a few moments until she lost her grip. The momentum sent her rolling across the ground and she felt the painful heavy weight of someones shoe as they stepped on her hip. It was there for a second and then gone, and Katie was still rolling. She was stepped upon two more times until she reached the wall of a building - that is, until she rotated into it.
There was a warm wetness leaking down the side of her mouth, and when she attempted to sit up, the sharp biting teeth of pain in her side kept her in the position she happened to fall in. The grey eyed, auburn haired girl looked like a piteous rag doll that had been simply tossed away.
BOOM
The bomb struck the community center, where a few of the town's residents had taken shelter, believing it to be a safe place to stay. A large cloud rose, the top opening out like an umbrella. 'Mushroom Cloud' was what they were popularly called. A large tremor shook the ground, spreading out in a circle across the land and into the nearby bay. A gas cloud followed its path, pressing on at high velocities.
Primal instinct.
The instinct to stay alive.
Intincts were funny in that way. They seemed to sometimes bend the laws of physics when one was pushed to the edge. Great feats had been acomplished, impossible, terrible, things done, when people had reacted quickly on those basic impulses.
These impulses are what now kept Katie pressing on, her legs flying beneath her, and somehow she was not yet out of breath, or conscious of the sharp pain in her side. All that she was aware of was what was in front of her - and how to get around it.
Soon she would hear it, and if she didn't get far enough, she would die when it landed.
Mothers clung terrified to their children, urging them to run faster, to avoid the feet of the strangers running behind them. A child slipped from his parent's arms. Katie could only watch, goosebumps crawling up her arms as she watched in horror. It was as if she had lost all control of her body. She wanted to stop, wanted to run the mere few feet away to the child, scoop him up, get him out of danger and the gruesome tragedy that was about to befall him. Yet she ran on, and tore her gaze away, tears blurring her vision as the child, screaming, was pulled underfoot.
Man, in panic, became much like animals - whom they deemed of a much lower intelligence than themselves.
Tears streaming from her eyes she continued on, her ears filled with the hundreds of screaming, racing people around her. Then over head the sound of something rocket like was heard. Katie lifted her grey eyes to the sky for a moment and spotted the bomb. It dissappeared in the clouds, the sound of it shrieking through the sky eating the voices of the crowd below it until it was all that was to be heard.
Bam! Katie was hit hard in the side by a young man pushing his way through. Knocked off balance, as she started to fall she pictured herself as some kind of macrabe cartoon, her legs twisting up underneath her in a knot. She tried to catch herself, her arms windmilling wildly and grabbing someone's sleeve, was dragged for a few moments until she lost her grip. The momentum sent her rolling across the ground and she felt the painful heavy weight of someones shoe as they stepped on her hip. It was there for a second and then gone, and Katie was still rolling. She was stepped upon two more times until she reached the wall of a building - that is, until she rotated into it.
There was a warm wetness leaking down the side of her mouth, and when she attempted to sit up, the sharp biting teeth of pain in her side kept her in the position she happened to fall in. The grey eyed, auburn haired girl looked like a piteous rag doll that had been simply tossed away.
BOOM
The bomb struck the community center, where a few of the town's residents had taken shelter, believing it to be a safe place to stay. A large cloud rose, the top opening out like an umbrella. 'Mushroom Cloud' was what they were popularly called. A large tremor shook the ground, spreading out in a circle across the land and into the nearby bay. A gas cloud followed its path, pressing on at high velocities.
{The bomb killed many. This is the story of those who survived - and how the bomb changed them.}
{The nuclear cloud morphed the DNA of those it did not kill. The people who survived became what we once knew as "demons" and "monsters". This story is how they live and learn in a world that is rapidly becoming an entirely new civilization.}
{The nuclear cloud morphed the DNA of those it did not kill. The people who survived became what we once knew as "demons" and "monsters". This story is how they live and learn in a world that is rapidly becoming an entirely new civilization.}