Shepard
August 16, 2029 8:34 AM
The devastation was beyond comprehension. Every single building Waterville had to offer was either burnt completely to the ground, or crushed under Godzilla's footsteps. But now the hard part begins which was the search for survivors within the rubble that was once people's homes. What an awful sight, Shepard thought. The smoke was still rising from the inferno, small sections of flams still flowing upwards, metal completely melted, what was once streets unrecognizable. Anything Waterville had as a piece of identity is gone, and would have to be rebuilt at some point, but not until the radiation levels dissipated.
Then came the smell of burnt flesh, filth, death, and much more from the camps. Those who had been wounded out in the city were carried to the hills by trucks either from the National Guard, or other vehicles like busses of pic-ups. Either way, the instantiation was almost unbearable, severed limbs piled in stacks outside the main white building the Red Cross had set up as a field hospital, dead bodies thrown into hastened holes to be cremated. Outside the doorway, many sat waiting for beds to open up as people died from their wounds, blood all over the ground.
Shepard helped a medic set down a stretcher with a soldier on it. He turned to get a look at the man and saw that his right arm was gone, the bone exposed to the open air. Sometime between here and Waterville he had passed out. That was a good thing, Shepard thought. He must have been in unbearable pain in the meantime. Instantly he was called back outside to help others, and he did so after giving Julie a quick look.
Julie was sitting beside a little boy, crying his eyes out. Shepard looked to see as to why, and then he saw it. The child's mother was lying still, head covered in blood. He then saw a doctor push Julie and the child apart.
"Stay back, ma'am," the doctor said with no remorse. "He's highly radioactive."
No mercy at all, thought Shepard. He then moved back outside and grabbed another stretcher as nurses wrapped wounded souls with bandages or in some cases their own clothing. He brought another person inside, and paced it down right beside another, blood covering the man's clothing. A doctor then moved up to Shepard, and they both carried out a dead body, and placed it in a mass grave back outside. A priest was sprinkling holy water on the masses of dead bodies, praying and singing songs about the Lord as innocents watched loved ones die in their arms, or by their sides.
Shepard had seen no sign of Martins or Colleen yet, but he knew they were out there probably helping with what they could. He then heard the sound of a Geiger counter and saw a man in white running it up and down over a young child covered with dust. Shepard figured the kid was 11 years old, and saw the counter going off the chart. He would be dead soon with levels that high, Shepard thought as he moved away from the grave and back inside. He gives one good look around and sees that each floor of the house had bodies, and the heat levels were rising, the building having no Air Conditioning. The only thing he saw was three large window fans, and one of them had already broken from over use.
He could hear everyone crying all at once, and moaning in agony from injuries. The sights made him feel sick, but that thing was still out there. Godzilla was still roaming around, ready to destroy another town and city and people. What could happen? Where were they going to go? When would the evacuation begin? Who will stay? Who will go? His mind began to race with millions of questions, all with no answers in sight. Or was there even a right answer, he then thought as another ambulance brought more of the sick in. He cut himself short, moved on pure adrenalin, and began to help all those he could.