Mar 23, 2014
11
An earthquake has ravaged LA London, our muses are trapped in a collapsed building together until rescue comes.
”Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Skinny had been chanting for a good two minutes, though knowing full well it wasn’t going to make the situation any better. It might make him feel a bit better, though.
The only comfort he had was knowing he wasn’t alone, but at the same time he caught himself wondering whether that meant they’d run out of air more quickly and die sooner. Probably not, right? That wasn’t how earthquakes worked, Skinny hoped.
”Wha’re we gonna do? No one’s gonna come lookin’ ‘ere. No one’s supposed to be ‘ere! We’re dead. We’re dead.”
