Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon so please refrain from suing me for writing fan fiction. Thanks and enjoy!
(A/N: I have no idea why I'm classifying this as an action/adventure. It seems more like a drama to me. Maybe I'll change it.)
Armageddon--Chapter 3
Koushiro took a deep breath. He'd heard about the tornado hitting Odaiba and was worried for his friends and family. He was miles away--halfway across Japan in fact--from Odaiba.
Exams had been postponed and a radio had been turned on in the large classroom so the students could listen to news about the damages the disaster may have caused.
From what he heard on the radio, the tornado had been devastating. Apartment buildings and houses had been flattened. Hundreds of people needed medical attention, but the hospital had been hit, making it impossible to care for the injured properly.
Temporary medical centers had been set up in parking lots, the churches all being filled with homeless people. The huge number of injured people overwhelmed the few doctors that were able to help. The injured were being sent by helicopter to other hospitals across Japan, but at the moment things were not looking very good at the moment.
Koushiro felt his stomach twist thinking about everything that was going on. He could hear somebody crying quietly in the back of the room but was too dazed to turn and see who it was.
He wanted to go home, but he knew that would be ridiculous. It all felt unreal and he thought maybe if he went to Odaiba everything would be all right, maybe it was just some cruel joke. But in his heart of hearts he knew it was real.
~*~
Iori wandered through the ruined streets trying hard to keep the panic that was building inside him under control.
He and his Grandfather had made it to the basement, but he was still afraid for his friends. The huge buildings that had occupied either side of the road were nothing. He'd come across a dying person and it made him feel sick.
This was big. There was nothing he could do to stop it and there was nothing he could do to help the hurt people. The knowledge of that gnawed at him, pulling at him, making him all the more anxious to do something.
There must be something I can do to help, he thought. But what he didn't know at the moment.
This tornado really scared him. With people you could protect yourself. People could slip up. People could be tricked. But nature…Nature was a whole different story. If a natural disaster occurred there was no way it could have been prevented, little you can do to keep yourself safe. And that really scared Iori.
~*~
"There's no way out of this stupid basement!" Daisuke exclaimed, angrily kicking the stone wall then regretting it when pain shot up his foot, but stop himself from jumping about as he was holding Takeru by the shoulders.
"Calm down, Daisuke," Hikari muttered. She shifted the weight of Takeru's legs to her right arm and looked around the small basement. The water was now around her ankles and she knew Takeru needed medical help.
Miyako smiled and stated: "I think I found our way out."
"Where?" Daisuke and Hikari eagerly inquired.
Miyako pointed to a small window near the ceiling of the basement.
"How are we going to fit through that? It's tiny!" Daisuke scornfully commented.
"Well, we can either try it or stay down here!" Miyako shouted.
"Come on," Hikari muttered.
She and Daisuke lifted Takeru up to the glass-less window and pushed him through. He slid through the small hole easily.
Daisuke went next, but had a tougher time getting through the gap because he insisted on pulling himself through. Eventually he also got through.
"Go, Miyako," Hikari urged as the lavender-haired woman motioned for Hikari to go first.
Daisuke reached through the window, grabbed Miyako's hand and pulled her through the window. Minutes later, Hikari was also outside.
"Come on, lets get Takeru to the hospital," Hikari muttered.
~*~
Taichi was beginning to get just a little nervous. The wreckage that had been over him was slowly succumbing to gravity. In other words, it was begging to collapse. Already it was only one inch away from his chest. And it was getting closer by the second.
He stiffened as the rubble began pressing on his chest before putting his hands up in an effort to keep the wood and glass off of him.
Then he heard somebody outside.
"Help!" he cried as the wreckage started pressing on him harder.
"Taichi?" Iori's voice came, sounding muffled through the rubble.
"Yes!" Taichi shouted. "Get me out of here!"
He heard some of the materials above him being moved and some of the pressure was reduced from his chest.
Eventually, Iori had cleared away enough of the broken materials to pull Taichi out and he was on the ground next to the edge of the hole that had served as a basement.
"Thanks," he stated.
Iori nodded, then concernedly replied: "you're hurt."
"I'd be dead if you hadn't come along," Taichi replied.
"Come on, I'll help you to the hospital…or at least what's left of it."
Taichi nodded and the two slowly set off to find a doctor for Taichi.
~*~
Yamato wiped the sweat from his face. It was definitely hard work clearing all the junk away from the stairs. And the perpetual silence was getting to be a bit annoying to him. But then again, he was afraid that if he said anything the woman that had been previously crying would start again and the dark haired man would bite his head off.
Unfortunately, he didn't have to say anything for the woman to begin again. She started sobbing for the second time.
The dark-haired man swore loudly before yelling: "will somebody shut her up already?"
"We're all gonna die!" the woman shrieked. "And all you care about is making me be quiet! And we're all gonna DIE!"
"Calm down, lady. Nobody's hurt down here. We're all going to be fine," Yamato sighed.
"No we aren't!" the woman shrilled.
"He's right," the sandy-haired man replied.
But then something that seemed literally impossible happened. The floor began to jerk and sway.
"Oh my God! It's an earthquake!" the other woman exclaimed.
"We're gonna die!" the other woman screamed.
"Will you shut your mouth, woman?" the dark-haired man cried.
Through this whole argument the ground was shaking like some crazy roller coaster.
Yamato fell over when a particularly strong jerk occurred.
"Fine! I'll let you die in peace!" the woman shouted.
The earthquake continued and the woman stopped crying, mainly because she was hiccupping. Uncleared rubble was tumbling across the room and a piece of splintered wood hit Yamato on the side of his face, causing blood to flow freely.
Then the ground stopped shaking and all was silent for a moment.
"Is everyone all right?" the sandy-haired man queried.
All muttered that they were fine and Yamato wiped some of the blood off his face. He realized that blood had gotten in his eye and he quickly closed that eye to prevent any more from getting in.
"Come on, we're getting out of here," he muttered, kicking the last of the debris away from the stairs.
"Wait! Who knows if the stairs are safe?" the woman who had not been crying said.
"Look, lady. I'll show you it's safe," the dark-haired man muttered. He walked to the steps and began climbing. When he reached the second step the stair broke clean off.
"I rest my case," the woman smugly stated.
"We're doomed," the other woman muttered.