Then, everything was quite. Pelly could hear the very blood flowing through
his ears. He could feel his heart pulsating. He listened to his breathing.
The room was dark, but he could still see clearly. He huddled close to the
ground and waited. It seemed like an eternity, he would be at peace and
contentment but he felt an emotion. Deep inside himself he was concerned
for Horace's safety. No doubt Horace, the worry wart that he was would be
just fine, but one's brain and heart don't always agree.
Suddenly he heard the faint hum of planes, they hummed for a few seconds, many of them. Then he heard the first explosion. It was like thunder had exploded right next to him. Then they came hard and fast, one after another they burst outside. He could feel the building rumbling with each explosion. One of the bombs burst near to the building and Pelly felt the shockwave, items in the shed rattled and a bottle of some unidentified liquid smashed on the floor. A split second later pieces of debris rattled against the thin aluminum wall.
A sense of fear grabbed Pelly. This was not a good place to be in. A sixth sense seemed to tell him that for once he was in grave danger. Thinking about it he reasoned he must be becoming unerved by the close blasts and that, while he was in danger, he was safer inside that out. He crept closer to the ground and waited. He hoped Horace was okay.
That was it, he could take it no longer, something told him he needed out.NOW. He dashed forward uncontrollably. He didn't know why. He whimpered, he would probably be blown to bits the second he exited the door. He dashed outside and around the building. He hardly even noticed the craters in the ground or the bombs exploding all around. He just wanted to find Horace. Wherever he was he was sure that was where he wanted to be.
Suddenly he heard the faint hum of planes, they hummed for a few seconds, many of them. Then he heard the first explosion. It was like thunder had exploded right next to him. Then they came hard and fast, one after another they burst outside. He could feel the building rumbling with each explosion. One of the bombs burst near to the building and Pelly felt the shockwave, items in the shed rattled and a bottle of some unidentified liquid smashed on the floor. A split second later pieces of debris rattled against the thin aluminum wall.
A sense of fear grabbed Pelly. This was not a good place to be in. A sixth sense seemed to tell him that for once he was in grave danger. Thinking about it he reasoned he must be becoming unerved by the close blasts and that, while he was in danger, he was safer inside that out. He crept closer to the ground and waited. He hoped Horace was okay.
That was it, he could take it no longer, something told him he needed out.NOW. He dashed forward uncontrollably. He didn't know why. He whimpered, he would probably be blown to bits the second he exited the door. He dashed outside and around the building. He hardly even noticed the craters in the ground or the bombs exploding all around. He just wanted to find Horace. Wherever he was he was sure that was where he wanted to be.