Re: Digging up Redel
It was only when Abigail moved to reach her phone did she realize that she was truly pinned there. She felt her heart beat faster, but she tried to calm down, taking deep breaths, but that only made her cough out dust. Muffled through chunks of wall, she heard an announcement over the megaphones; even if she could discern words, at least it made the screams less obvious. She felt like she was in her own little cocoon here, surrounded by rubble, huddled over in an almost fetal position, her purse no where to be found. Licking her lips, she tasted dust. Her phone stopped ringing.
She couldn’t just stay down here, but part of her wanted to. She started feeling tired. Maybe falling asleep and pretending to be unconscious would be easier than having to deal with what had happened. She blinked, keeping her eyes closed for just a moment too long, and when she opened them again, rubble started to move around her, shifting and relieving the weight on her. She looked around, wondering if it was the guard assigned to watch Sophia and her, or maybe Sophia herself – but when she saw that face, she decided it wasn’t a rescue.
Her heart jumped into her throat, and she started to move away, a groan out of her lips, “No, no.” Was that – was that really her? Had she seen the destruction and decided to hunt around for a snack? The banker didn’t want to be anyone’s lunch. “I’m not dead,” she insisted, raising a hand to rub the dust and dirt off her face. She dropped her hand to the floor, trying to tug herself out of the pieces of wall that had fallen on her, trying to get away from it.