While staring through the window he got to witness how an airplane crashed in a section of the other office areas that were located around more than 20 kilometres away, demolishing a few middle height buidings in the process. Jack could barely stay calm without breaking into a panic.
Mixing office work with studying was still fresh on his mind, when he was forced to be on his feet almoust the whole day through. This state was highly stressing for his mental health at first but he got more accustomed to it as time passed. Experiencing hardships in his studying years he was at least were able to keep his mind in a thinking state and not act on emotions.
"What was that?" cried out in a frightened high voice one of his female co-workers.
"An explosion?" bewilderedly asked another male co-worker in a shaking voice.
As Jack was watching the air crash site enveloping nearby territory in flames, his mind was racing with thoughs on 'what was happening', 'why was it happening' and 'how to get home safely'.
After Jack managed to get out of the office building, all the way down from the 15th floor what awaited him was a highly intricate picture. As the moon managed to somehow barely illuminate the dark streets, Jack got to witness his fill of situations that was hard to watch with an indifferent look.
The streets were littered with a massive amount of crashed cars, and also humans moaning from pain or crying from losing someone they knew, or even both. Walking his way in the direction of his home, he got to see countless injured people leaning on crashed cars or building walls.
Eyeing these grotesque scenes unfolding and hearing the sobbing and also crying humans, Jack was barely able to stay in a sane mind. Most of the people were lightly injured or bruised and were meekly crying at some wrecked vehicles, others sobbing without stopping at heavily injured humans. But that was not the worst he got to behold.
As a bystander he sometimes got to witness how some injured people got mugged by armed thugs with cold weapons. As a conscious citizen these situations were hard to watch at, but he was neither strong enough to confront them nor armed with any weapons. There were situations were the thugs actually stabbed some stubborn unarmed individuals, some even got shooted.
"Hey, you! Yes, you, the scrawny looking midget in loose office clothes" a burly tall man with a sharp crew cut addresses Jack with a mocking attitude.
"Pockets outwards and no funny business" he continues while approaching Jack.
Seeing the size difference between himself not only in height but also in weight, Jack could only meekly obey his requests. Handing the thug his wallet Jack could only be glad that he didn't carry that much money with himself today. As the burly man was rummaging through his wallet with an irritated face, he stoped and started to give more requests.
"Hand me your phone" he commands you with a lower voice than before. And as Jack hands his phone over, the thug throws the wallet with a mighty throw in an alleyway.
"It was useless to you to begin with" laughed out the thug mockingly as he slapped Jack's back lightly before he left.
Jack somehow got out of this scot-free, without injuries because he handed out the money that he was carrying at the moment and also his now not working phone. Passing through the more crowded wide streets, Jack hoped to get home as safely as possible. Not only was some strange stuff hapenning on the main streets, there were also noises in the more cramped alleyways. The sounds of hoarse male laughter, stuffed female moaning and sobbing were gnawing at his conscience. Those sounds of women being raped by these thugs was maddening for him to hear.
Jack could only try to calm himself down with the thoughts that 'he was not a one man army'. Halfway home he could also hear that gunshots in the distance were executed more often than before. But what astounded him the most was that he didn't hear any police or ambulance sirens to this moment.
'Has the end of the world actually started?' Jack could not but ask this question to himself after witnessing the situations on the streets up till now. He wanted to help at least the less injured people, but physically he was very weak since he was a teen and he could not mentally support anyone as his own mind was in shambles. Jack only wanted to get back home and sleep a few days till public order will be reasonably restored.
This night, making his long journey back home, Jack got to troughtly experience what was it like to walk in a postapocalyptic street scene right out of a movie. But he was not thrilled nor excited. The only thoughts on his mind were 'when will it end!?'.