GOJIRA
AFTERMATH
III
I was lying on the floor of my closet-sized $2000-a-month rental, trying to ignore the usual sounds of sirens and wailing, and attempting to doze off into another reality. In my half-conscious state, I swear I could feel It...the reverberation trembling through the building's foundations...getting stronger...and deeper...with every passing moment. By the time my eyes had opened a sound, heavier than a thousand heavy metal base-guitars traveled into my ear drums and pumped right through my system, sending my insides into uncontrollable spasms. The sound had drowned out the increasing sirens and wailing...until nothing could be heard but Him...
As I ran down the emergency spiral staircase the ceilings began to rain chunks of plaster and the floors quaked and groaned. In the lobby several neighbors sat on the floors, clinging to one another, cowering like children fearing the bogey man beneath their beds.
When I finally got outside the air was thick and damp with a deep primordial stink and a cop grabbed me and threw me into the direction he wanted me to run and I tripped and cut open my face stinging pain on the frozen pavement as hundreds of feet pounded past me and then onto me crushing my hands and when I looked up all I could see was thick ash surrounding everything and seeping into my eyes, blinding me...
A thousand screams screeched past like sirens...The dust was so so thick that I couldn't breath...My clothes were soaked in thick bloody vomit that I didn't know was my own or someone else's...And tearing through it all was a wail that sent my brain railing into electrified nonsense...a wail that caused glass to burst apart and cut through flesh and tendon...a wail of infinite hatred and agony.
It was His wail. His roar. His demand screaming down to all the tiny monkeys that awoke Him. To look upon Him...and despair.