Please be patient... but be honest and let me know if I should quit writing and I'll go back to law school.
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And so it was, not long ago their world changed forever. Ruins. Smoke. Concrete. Twisted metal. No towers reached for the sky. Mountains of debre formed the treacherous landscape. The clouds hung lower these days and darker. Depressed sky. Cuts, scapes and shards of imbedded glass. Soiled bandages, bloodstained and defiled. There was no food...no drink...everything tainted, gone bad, oil slick pools and wretched putrescence. And they walked on, contemplating their abhorrent misfortune for having survived. Holed up, deep, dark, low benieth the doomed city. Listening. Waiting. Wiping the dust of the ceiling from their eyes so they may see in the blackness of the last hour. And it came.
And they walked on. Silent. No words to exchange, no thoughts small enough for the mouth. Stepping over, walking around. Hands and cloth filtering for the lungs the air too vile to process. No quick step, each calculated and measured. For each careful footfall an ounce of dignity lost for they wore little. Weapons and stray hat or coat. Bandaged feet. Try the next. Then the next...no way out. Caved in. Pushing, shoulders broad and strong. Must get out, must get above. The air is bad.
And so it was.