Mass Wastage Case Study Creative Response.

The day started as every other had this week and the last, I woke up, headed to work and began my typical 8 hour days. As lunchtime approached I threw on my hiking boots and packed up my coat to go on my walk as I had been doing for alittle over a year, I noticed the air was thicker than usual but thought nothing of it. I started down the road, headphones in and some classic rock pounding in my ears. About 15 minutes into my afternoon stroll I started hearing some unusual rumbling, A thunderstorm?At this time of the day? I thought to myself. Again though, I absent mindedly kept walking. It wasn't till I heard the screams of a few of my co-workers before I concluded something was not right. Then it started. It felt as if time had slowed down, the masses of rock began towards the city, leaving nothing behind but ash and destruction. I couldn't run, couldn't scream, I was petrified.  My eyes darted to behind my building and I saw the clouds of black come tumbling down, they coated the stores and houses as if it was a dark blanket of fear. It was then that everything went black and I did not regain consciousness until the carnage was over, or maybe it was just starting. People roamed the streets, surveying what was left of the place they once called home that was now nothing but rubble. Nothing but the faint cries of people and sirens from all around me could be heard, my ears were still too clouded to hear anything more. An ambulance whipped past me nearly taking me right off my feet, it pulled a rough turn and pulled off in front of a furniture store, a few long moments passed and a handful of people sauntered out the building, followed behind was a few small children crying and lastly a body bag, and then another, and then another. I suddenly became very aware of all the casualties I had just witnessed. A tear fell down my cheek and soon I found myself wailing in sadness, all my emotions had begun to set in, I was thankful I was alive, sad that others couldnt say the same but mostly angry. In that moment all the years I faithfully went to church and now, where was he, where was our God to protect us. As I grip my chest I notice the warm liquid I feel, it was a deep red color and was practically pouring out. Blood. A sense of nausea washed over me, the pain begins to set in and soon I am experiencing the most intense pains I had ever felt , my whole inside was on fire as if someone had lit a match inside of me. I felt myself topple over, the clouds above me are still black as my heart was becoming. What feels like an eternity passes and I notice the pain is starting to relive itself, my eyes close, a few more breaths out and a few more in. To think,  This day had started as any other this week and the one before that, and now... My voice trails off, one final cough of blood and that was the end. My end.