Chapter 4 - The destruction of New York
Ryan Willia was watching the news on their small television.
"In Los Angeles, California, a devastating 10.5 earthquake has occured. There appear to be very little survivors throughout the entire city. Along the San Andreas fault, other small cities are, quite frankly, destroyed. In Mobile Alabama, home of the Chrighton Leprechaun Youtube video, an earthquake hit there too. Not as bad," the news reporter said with a grim face, "as LA. Only a 8.9 hit in Mobile. Any other news, Rob?"
"Well, even some scientists and experts are relating these casualities to the 2012 theory," the other news reporter allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious."
Ryan looked and Jamie with the I-told-you-so look on his face. Jamie said, "Oh, fine, you might be right, then. But I sure feel sorry for the people in LA-"
Jamie suddenly stopped, frozen. Ryan looked up from his lunch, a tuna salad. "Dear?" he asked, quite perplexed. Jamie said, in a horrible strangled whisper, "Margaret. On the ship. What... what's going to happen with her?"
Ryan suddenly looked as terrified as her. He picked up the phone, and dialed her number.
After a few seconds, the dial tone rang in his ears. He looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry, honey..."
Jamie seemed to be crying. "Go take out the trash," she told him in between quiet sobs. Ryan took the trash, dumped the rest of the salad in it and went outside. People weren't in the hallway, Ryan assumed they were mourning inside their own apartments.. As he dumped the trash in the cemented and long apartment hallway, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that the tiny lightbulb flicked off and shook. Then it flicked back on. Ron stood there looking at it for several more moments and then went inside.
"Honey," Ryan said to a teary faced Jamie,"I'm going on the balcony. See you in a moment." He walked to the sliding door and stood on the balcony of their highrise. All the other skyscrapers weren't very active, Ryan noticed. Most of the lights were off. It was getting quite cold outside, probably, Ryan thought, because it will snow later. The Christmas tree down below in front of their building was sparkling and swaying in the wind. Suddenly, the wind picked up a lot.
"Ryan? On the news-" Jamie joined him. The wind was now blowing very hard. They looked toward the harbor. The many boats tied up there were shifting in their positions. Ryan looked towards the water. Then, he saw something. Jamie saw it too.
Past a tall building in the shape of a crescent, was an enormous wave, almost as big as their building. Jamie screamed and ran inside, Ryan stared, horror strucken, for a few seconds and bolted inside with Jamie. By now the wave was much bigger than their apartment building, and it hit the harbor. Boats tied to the dock floated up, broke away, and crashed into the buildings of New York. People down on the streets were screaming and running away from the wave, only to get swept up along with buses and cars and taxis. The buildings that the wave hit trembled, and either tilted on its side or sank into the wave.
At this time, Ryan and Jamie were running down the stairs, afraid to take the elevator because of the danger they were in. The wave, now as big as their building, hit the skyscraper and knocked it over. Slowly, the floor tilted forward and Ryan and Jamie tumbled down the steps. The building landed in the water with a tremendous crash, killing hundreds of people and crushing dozens of cars. In the stairwell, Jamie and Ryan grabbed onto each other's arms and hoped not to be seperated, only to fall and hit the concrete wall. Aparently furniture was crashing out of other peoples apartments and into the hallway; they had to sprint down a floor to avoid being crushed by a wooden dresser. Water began pouring through the doors, and flooded the stairwell. Ryan and Jamie thrashed about, in an attempt to get outside from someones balcony. They were back in the hallway of another floor, and decided to get in someones room that had a smashed and ruined door, which was discarded a few yards away. "Get up there!" Ryan cried, and Jamie thrust herself into the room. Ryan grabbed onto the doorframe and slipped, falling and hitting his head on a metal staircase rail, where he landed in the water several yards down. Jamie screamed and cried for him.
Jamie, hiccuping herself into determination, ran up to the balcony sliding door, which was broken and shattered into a million pieces. She thrust herself through it, cutting her arm, leaving a deep gash, and grabbed onto the bent balcony rail. She looked at the remains of New York.
It looked unrecognizable. Here and there she saw the remains of several buildings, but nothing else, much. Water now covered the streets, and Jamie saw, with a lurch in her stomach, dead bodies in the flooded roadways. She looked at the rest of their building.
Their apartment building was tilted on its side, but not so much that she couldn't walk. The building had landed on another building, which was one of the largest in New York, and also the one across the street from theirs. Helicopters were hovering above the wreckage, and Jamie waved her hands to try and be noticed. One helicopter, with a searchlight, spotted her. It began slowly hovering towards her. A suspended ladder dropped down, and Jamie carefully climbed up. A man in a black uniform pulled her up, and they began treating her injuries. She couldn't believe she had survived, after all that.