The elevator lurched, throwing Mark away from Courtney. He tumbled across the elevator floor and hit his head against the wall: Hard.
There was a 'crack!' from up a head and the elevator sped downward. Courtney hurriedly crawled over to Mark.
"Mark? Mark?" she called to him.
Courtney checked his neck for a pulse. She found one. He was alive, but out cold. Courtney rested his head in her lap. She could hear the swishing of wind on the other side of the walls. Courtney gritted her teeth. Maybe Mark was right, maybe they were going to die. Maybe she wasn't going to make it out of this alive. Or, more importantly, maybe Mark wasn't. That drop took longer than Courtney thought would. She kept expecting to hit bottom any minute. She never liked those rides were they dropped you from a hundred feet, and it was supposed to be 'fun'. This was worse. Courtney clutched Mark's shoulders, waiting for the impact. It came. The elevator hit the ground with such force the doors' hinges came loose and the doors fell backward, nearly hitting Courtney. She bit her lip, hard. The ceiling partially collapsed. Bits of ceiling debris hit her from above.
"Holy!" she screeched, trembling. She couldn't believe that it wasn't worse than she imagened.
"Are you okay?!"
"What happened?"
"Where are you parents?"
"What's going on?"
Courtney was in a daze. Everything was fading into blackness. She could feel that she was being carried away somewhere. By who? And to where?