"What's happening?" Cameron yelled as both of us scurried off in the other direction of the bombardment.
The ground and ceiling shook in remembrance of the bombardment as charred dust, and shards fell. Thankfully, only the initial tremor was a hard one, the rest were manageable.
Still, my heart was beating like a fish out of water. I took a moment to get a hold of myself as we secured ourselves a relatively safer place with a wider scope.
I found my insane neighbour there, shuddering with his head bowed between his legs in one corner. I wasn't sure if he noticed our presence, as he remained in his own world.
"This feels more like bombing than a natural disaster," I said, sniffing the charred, pungent air.
Thankfully, the quake didn't cover much further ground and declined in its intensity shortly, though the pungent air remained. Well, the air was pudgy and stuffy, to begin with, but it became hard to breathe after what transpired deeper into the fiery pits.
