Being so high above the city she hadn't heard anything, and the first sign that anything was wrong had been a bright explosion in the near distance, perhaps a quarter of a mile away. Cold and alone, she was too terrified to even start trying to look for answers.įrom her ninth-floor vantage point she had watched the destruction wash across the world outside like an invisible tidal wave. None of what had happened made any sense. If it had happened just half an hour later she'd have had to watch the other sixty-or-so people in the office suffer the same sudden and inexplicable suffocating death. As it was she'd only had to watch four of her friends die. She was glad it had happened so early in the day. This week it had been her turn to get in first and open the post, switch on the computers, and perform various other simple tasks so that the rest of her team could start processing as soon as they arrived at their desks at nine. On Tuesday morning she had watched the world around her die.Īlong with the rest of her colleagues, Donna worked an early shift one week in four. On Tuesday morning, without any warning, her familiar surroundings had become alien, nightmarish, and cold. For most of the last forty-eight hours, Donna Yorke had hidden under a desk in a corner of the office where she'd worked since the summer.
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