People shoved past you, panic and terror coming in the forms of ethereal, yet nocuous beams of stark purple light; they were scanning— looking for people and buildings to tear asunder.

Jolting from your momentary frozen state, you try to run along with the people, staggering away from the beams, avoiding the flying debris, but your world tips to the side violently and in a blink you find yourself on the ground.

There’s a low creak, and you can barely hear the stifled warning through the cacophony of people screaming in terror before something snaps.

Suddenly, there’s a painful pressure digging into your left leg, almost crushing it.

A wooden log from someone’s build had fallen and landed on your leg, effectively pinning you to the ground.

Panic threatens to overtake you, vision blurring with tears as you scrabble at the ground in some vain attempt to drag yourself out.

You don’t notice someone running up to you, nearly tripping in his haste before you notice someone crouched by your leg, digging their hands underneath the log to pry it off.

“Hey, hang on— I’ll get you out!” A panicky voice tears you from your choked out fear.