I lift my head and glance around as all of the rubble falls in heavy shards around me. One piece is so close to hitting my head, that I could've died had I not turned my head away. My hand clutches onto the edge of the cracked paved floor, trying to keep my grip as the house tipped down towards the water, where it was swallowing everything without fail. Another piece falls near me, and the chance of me making out of this alive is very slim, because as I hang on for life, I can feel the cement digging into my cut hand, and I feel it begin to throb and it screams at me to let go.
Mom already escaped with the woman earlier. I never caught her name, but she was the one who pointed out that missiles were heading our way. I also saw Mom wearing the suit, but I don't think she knew how to use it, because from what I saw, they had crashed once they got outside. I can't blame her. I barely know how to use one myself.
But now my father wears the suit, and is desperately trying to get his flight to activate, but from what Jarvis is saying, it's a prototype, and not combat ready.
The water gulps the cars and the pieces of the house greedily and waves wildly, aching for more than just pieces of my house and my father's vehicles. It aches for my body. My blood. My bones. My sanity.
The mandarin's words rang through my head as I held my breath and braced for impact.
Today is the first day that was left of your life.