Trapped//Open to Motorcity muses
All Mike could think of was getting his friend out of the building before it came crashing down. He reached out his hand and gave them a firm shove out of the doorway, sending them sprawling onto the sidewalk outside just as the floor gave way under his feet.
The brunet tumbled down into the basement level, the rest of the building coming down on top of him. He smacked his head on a piece of fallen debris, disorienting him even more. Once the rubble settled he began to regain some of his awareness.
Mike took a brief assessment of himself, noting that he could still feel his limbs, a few were painfully pinned down, but otherwise intact. He was lying face down in the debris. His movements were confined and as far as he could tell he wasn’t severely injured. That was until he tried to move his torso.
“Ah!” he gasped, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Something had pierced his side and would injure him further if he tried to get himself out.
With a frown he got his comm-screen up and tried to contact his friend out on the street. “Hey, you alright up there?” he asked them.
