Huh, how strange.
I don't understand why I suddenly have such a feeling, like the reassurance and intimacy Grandma Clare brings to herself, as if there is something very attractive to me not far away, this joyful emotion from the heart ...... What is it?
The my head has not been able to react for a while, the feet moved steeply, a slight sense of dizziness came.
The next moment, "boom" a loud sound, the sky cracked, the ground shook the mountains, the sky is full of dust raised high.
What? What? The earth quaked!
The ground shook very violently, I tried to stand up straight, I saw not far from the earth, suddenly cracked a gap, the gap continues to expand, with a "rumble" a loud sound, in a very short time into a huge chasm, stretching to the foot of the village.
Boiling black mud gushed up from the chasm.
No one is more familiar than me with this horrific scenario that resembles the end of the natural disaster.
A strong feeling of uneasiness came from the bottom of my heart, and my breathing became disturbed.
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!!!
The Abyss, it's the Abyss!!! Why? Why is it here?
Quick, we must go back to the village immediately and tell everyone to run!
I threw down the bamboo basket, ignoring the ground that was still trembling slightly under my feet, and ran at full speed without leaving any energy. The wind was howling in my ears, and the shoes I wore on my feet were of poor quality and quickly became tattered under my explosive stomping power. I took it off and threw it out, and ran in the direction of the village with bare feet.
The chasm extended as far as the foot of the village, but fortunately it had stopped expanding and did not cause further irreparable damage to the village. Nevertheless, in the tremor like a disaster, the village has no longer comfortable as before, houses collapsed, leaving only broken walls, everywhere is a heart-pounding cry. The village road, which used to be fairly flat, has suddenly changed. A large number of stones were irresistibly huge force shaken out of the ground, scattered in a haphazard manner to all directions. The weak people crushed under the houses struggled, struggling for a chance of survival with the help of friends and relatives. There were scattered villagers, full of despair, standing on the roadside praying.
"It is God’s punishment, it's his punishment ...... Goddess of sin bless, Goddess of sin bless ......"
A scene of desolation.
I stood frozen at the entrance of the village, looking not far away from about three or four-year-old child, covered with dusty little face full of fear and helplessness, loudly in the cry.
"Mama--! Mom--! Ah--! Aah--!"
At the child's feet there was a woman whose head was deflated by a stone, and at the moment it was lifeless, and red and white things were spreading from under the stone.
What should I do? What should I do? ......
How can I save them ......
The sadness in the heart is unbearable. I looked back to the chasm behind me, the black abyss mire, an arm like a sharp knife stretched out with difficulty, followed by a second, third, fourth fifth ...... The dense arms continue to emerge from the mire, as if countless demons from hell.
I took a deep breath, used the greatest strength of my life, and shouted to the confused people.
"Run! There are monsters, quick-! Run--!"
Then I picked up the crying child and ran away from the hell behind me as fast as I could.
"Mommy! I want mommy--!!!"
The child kept slapping the little hands on my body, the face was so dirty with tears and dust that he couldn't see his face.
I bit my lip, not knowing what to say or wanting to say anything, just running with all my might.
Aria...... Barry ...... I have to go find them before I can ......
O Buddha, O God, and the gods of this world.
I beg you, please don't let anything happen to them ......
The heart is filled with strong anxiety.
How fast am I running at full speed regardless of my physical strength? Specific data I can not estimate, I can only say that very fast, not the general physical fitness of humans can reach the speed, this world's horned beasts can not catch up with me.
So running to home is just a matter of a breath.
The simple stone and wooden house has collapsed half, the other half of the wall that barely stands also looks shaky, the cow at the door restlessly trying to break free of the rope.
"Aria! Barry!"
Putting the child down outside the door, I shouted anxiously.
The child beside me suddenly fell to the ground and kept vomiting. Maybe because I ran too fast and held him horizontally upside down too much. It should be similar to the case of motion sickness, there will be no serious injury.
I didn't have time to check the child's condition and rushed into the dilapidated house.
"Aria! Barry!"
There was no one to be found. The wooden house and the stones had collapsed so scattered that if anyone had been crushed underneath they could be seen at a glance, and it seemed they should still be at Alan's house and not back.
I turned around and was ready to leave, but suddenly remembered something like a pluck from the rubble, found the large scythe called samarium knife and drew it.
Looking up, I saw the cloak still hanging intact on the wall that was only halfway up. I hesitated, grabbed the cloak and draped it over my body.
This cloak, in the unlikely event, should be able to play a certain role in protection.
After coming out, I found that the child had disappeared, probably while I was looking for something I did not know where to run.
Hopefully it wasn't back to mommy, I prayed in my mind.
I untethered the cow, a slap to its butt, the cow immediately spread its hooves and ran away.
You too, run for your life quickly.
Looking back at the crumbling hut called home, I lifted my feet and ran toward the west side of the village.
"Run! You, all of you, run! The monster, is coming!"
"Run! Uncle, run! There's a monster, now!"
I kept shouting to the people in all directions, but few people responded to me.
The whole village was in a state of desolation.
"Oh my God...!"
"Ah...! My leg is broken, my leg...!"
"Somebody help me! My son, my son is still in there! My son is pinned down!"
"Sylve, are you all right?"
Someone shouted at me, the same dusty face, unable to see the face.
"I'm fine, you guys, run, monsters ......"
Gradually my voice became hoarse from shouting. But then I realized that most people can't get out of here.
I saw my mother and two children, kept digging the dirt and rocks, trying to save her husband buried in the rubble, blood dripping down her arms on the ground and ignoring it.
I saw an older woman dragging a broken leg, painfully crawling on the ground, pulling out a long bloodstain.
I saw the girl who was singing a beautiful song at the party not long ago, but now she was covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground with her eyes closed. The old tailor was on his knees, crying like a child.
I saw Uncle Doyle's home.
Among the rubble that had collapsed, a bloody, robust arm was exposed.
"Doyle, Uncle ......"
I walked over with some trembling and fought to move a few large stones up and throw them aside.
Below were still countless pieces of horizontal wood and debris.
"Uncle Doyle! ....... Hear that!"
No answer.
I took a deep breath, picked up a thick log and lifted it with all my might.
The log was still pressed with countless stones, but I lifted it up hard. The debris fell down, my face because of excessive force and flushed with a strange flush, the feet struggling to move the broken steps, the log with the above boulders together to the side, and then the debris and wood chips below, finally saw the uncle's face.
The face was covered with dust and blood, pale as paper, and unfocused in the wide open eyes.
"Doyle ...... Uncle ...... Wake up ......"
I held the hand of the uncle still warm, weak voice with trembling.
"Wake up ......"
"You, wake up ......"
I would love for Uncle to open his eyes and let out a deafening laugh like he always does.
"Hahahahaha, Sylve, scare you!"
But he didn't answer me.
He couldn't wake up anymore.
Life was as fragile as papercraft at this moment.
