I rise to find the water has stopped dripping through the cracks. Outside I see the pencil shaded clouds drifting away in the distance. The sky’s just beginning to clear. I step onto the street, as a thunderous rumbling noise echos across the valley. 10 tons of dirt come cascading down the mountain. As it came rushing towards me I stood there in shock at the shere mercy of this monster. I raced down the road. I could hear screams, as it reached the village edge. Dirt is now being sprayed across my ankles. Then my world turns... black.
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