Konig dashed wildy for as far as his legs would take him, but unfortunately.. he had to catch his breath. He could hear the thunderclap getting louder as the air reddened like blood around him.. there was no way he'd make it to a shelter in time. He couldn't give up though.. emissions were a certain, painful death.. he wheezed as tried to drag his feet.. anything to keep going.. he wasnt even equipped with a gasmask so he could hardly breathe the thick air. He tragically tripped over a chunk of concrete and busted the side of his forehead on the way to the ground. Sprawled beside a lay of plywood. He could hear the wind whistling over him like a thousand tornados and he could only squeeze his eyes shut tight as he anticipated his demise.