*Liz's POV*
So this is how I'm going to have to spend my Friday evening. Locked up in the NBC building with a raging hurricane. You'd think I would be home curled up with a bag of Cheetos and somewhat protected by my apartments bare minimum security codes but no this had to come out of the middle of fucking nowhere. It's like it spawned right over my head.
It started not long before I was going to leave work. Jenna set me up on a blind date and I was going to leave early today. But as I was about out of the parking lot I got an emergency warning on my phone of a hurricane set to hit us withen the next half hour. There was no way I'd make it home in time. (I live 40 minutes from work sad I know) I remembered that the NBC building kept electricity after a hurricane so I parked my car in the garage and headed back in. Since today was cozy Friday I wore sweat pants to work today so maybe I'd at least be comfortable? With that I re-entered and headed to the writers room.
"Oh your back... didn't you have that blind date?" Frank asked.
"Nope it's cancelled now. How did you not know a hurricane was coming?"
"Oh I knew, I just thought you'd be dedicated enough to your date to go anyway."
"Ugh you can be a real pain sometimes ya know that right?" I shook my head and began leaving. "Nope I can't even right now. I'm going to see how ready Jack is." From there I headed up the elevator to the floor where my personal favorite office lied. The one of Jack Donaghy.
"Ah Lemon, you got the notification?"
"Of couse. How prepared are you?"
"Very I already have Jonathan setting up see through hurricane shutter's so I can watch the powerful eye of the storm. I've been through a few hurricanes but never in a way like this."
"Well aren't you a lucky duck... Are you sure see through hurricane shutter's will work?" I asked feeling a bit of a nervous feeling.
"Of course they'll work I invented them myself!"
"Um do you think the writers be ok...?"
"Why would they not? As long as there not dumb enough to open the windows then the hurricane proof windows will work though they'll get dark to where they cant see outside." From a distance I could hear the wind begin to howl. I couldn't let Jack see me like this.
"Speaking of them I'm going to go make sure they aren't getting themselves killed. I shall see you after the storm..." I swiftly made my way out.
"Wait Lemon you look a little-" But I slam the door shut behind me. No one else gets to see this side of Liz. It's the side that conceals there pain of losing her little sister Adeline to a hurricane. It's the side that uses humor as a mask to disguise her guilt of being the one to send Dennis out of the house in the middle of a deadly storm all because of a petty argument that I started. Every single hurricane that comes around kills or knocks out someone I'm close with. Whenever I hear the crash of thunder or see lighting out my window or walk home in the rain my heart starts to race wondering who's next? As long as I lock myself in a bathroom and cry for the next day nothing happens. No one knows of this, not even Jenna and most certainly not the writer's who would tease me for an eternity about my irrational fear of little bitty storm's.
"Son of bitch... the elevators already shut down." I quickly headed for the stairs. I took my sweet time. The writers lock themselves in there about 20 minute's after a storm starts and lets no one in. So as long as I'm not down there in time then I should be ok. At around the 36th floor I heard shattering glass.
"Huh what the hell the wind wasnt supposed to be that bad!" I rush to the broken window. It shatters again and this time, glass ended up in. my neck and right shoulder. The pain pierced through me like an electric shoke and I collapse on the stairs. The strong winds brought cold winds. I tried crawling to the side but I just ended up getting the glass deeper into my shoulder. At this point the pain just mixed with the chill and I settled. This going to be where I brave the storm. I guess this is what I get for sending Dennis away. Well I already cause enough trouble as is and probably deserve anymore painful surprises the world sends my way tonight.
More glass shards fell into my body. Now my left leg and mid rib cage was consumed with a pain I decided to relish. Blood trickled down my shirt and onto my gray sweatpants.
"Damnit, it's going to leave a stain..." At this point I decided to get cozy. I repositioned myself against the wall which lead to the glass in my leg and back to go deeper. I closed my eyes and was about to give into rest...
"Wait Lemon, is that you? LEMON OH GOD NO!" I opened my eyes to see Jack picking me up. "No no no where's that drive you always had?"
"It's never been there Jack. The curtain has been drawn and what's beneath isn't just a girl with relationship issues. It's the shadow of a broken puppet no one gets to see. Put me down and let fate handle the rest."
"No Lemon that isn't true. I'm going to make sure you survive and we together we'll get you back to standard."
To be continued...