A rumble, maybe a truck.. I sat up straight. It began to intensify, the sound was silent but, loud. The building swayed from side to side. I held onto the desk. It began to calm, then stopped.

Everyone laughed, they all commented on how funny each one looked, some wondered how it registered on the Richter scale, some wondered what fault line it traversed.

We all wondered why, we felt as though we were sinking. We all wondered about the sound we were hearing.. We all wondered why the windows bulged inward.. some inner voice screamed into my head, I jumped under my desk just in time.. The windows imploded, the building was raised and dropped. People screamed.. and I could distinguish between fear and pain. Above me, bulbs popped, sprinklers came on, then.. the building just .. broke, it broke, in half. The floor in front of me tore away and I cowered under the desk, trying to make myself as small as possible. It shook and threw us at it’s will. Finally, it was over.
(The first of 7 days)