Interlude: "Lying in the Great Broken Path of Tour Bus"
[CENTER][QUOTE]It hurts...
What happened...
Where are they...
So tired...
Hot...
It hurts...[/QUOTE][/CENTER]
It is said that in destruction, there is creation. That life blooms from where is there death.
He hadn't heard of such philosophical points, but then again, there had been much he had never known up until this point. What he did know was that his family had been in danger and then darkness. The world had become a thing of shrieking steel and screams and then silence. Not even the beating of his heart could be heard anymore, but such things didn't matter. His family needed him. The pain was excruciating, his body refused to move, yet he desperately fought on, inching his way through twisted metal and jagged asphalt. It had been impossible at first, but like sleep vanishing from the mind of a waking being, it grew easier up until the point he wondered why he had always had trouble before. Something had awakened in him, something that would stand beside him as he searched for his family.
From the wreckage of an old pickup truck, one of its doors, distorted and warped from damage, swung open and broke off its hinges.
"Holy ****!" The old liquor store man said, startled by the sound, only to pause and cackle at the sight of a rottweiler emerging from the wreck, "Well, I'll be damned. You're one lucky little bastard, ain'tcha?" Before he could make a move to try and identify if the dog had any tags, the animal raced off, heading towards the center of town.