- Run -
In
those first moments, when you came to learn the world was erupting in
chaos, you couldn’t help but be stunned motionless. Nothing made sense,
nothing seemed real. It was like watching a movie. Explosions, the Earth
trembled from unseen forces. God was angry. You couldn’t help but watch
it play out.
And then, people were running. Running and screaming.
For
the better part of my adult life, I had always felt the inherit urgency
to be prepared to run. It was nothing I could explain, beyond that.
Just the knowledge that I had to be ready for something to come. That
and that I was falling behind. Facts; they just simply were.
I
don’t know what kind of source created such an intense base of knowing,
but it was inaccurate. No amount of preparation could have conditioned
myself, or anyone, for what was to come. That little voice in the back
of my head was a little too optimistic; offering some semblance of hope.
Had I known that it would have meant the difference between life and
death, perhaps I would have taken it a little more seriously.
Like
I said, though, nothing could have prepared you. Once the nightmare
became a reality, the rest was tossed to the wind. It became a matter of
luck.
And as everyone knows, Lady Luck can be a fickle bitch.
