The Elevator
The sky suddenly turned black, like someone turned the lights off. It was in the shade of black like I’ve never seen before. It was as if everything in the sky were deleted, even the moon and the stars. I must be dreaming I thought to myself. As expected, the people on the streets were freaking out and running in all directions. I was never the type to lose my cool over anything. I looked around, chaos and pandemonium everywhere. I took my phone out of my pocket and tried to call my wife. The line was dead. I thought the best thing to do was to get inside and take cover. Some hundred metres straight ahead, a red beam resembling burning lava fired down from the sky and took out the whole block.
At that moment I thought, it would be a better idea to get down the subway below. I looked around. The other people had the same idea, I joined them as I saw the red nasty beam make its way in my direction. The people made their way down to platform one which was the deepest level below the street level. As I ran with the crowd down to platform one, I decided that it wasn’t the best thing to do. The platform was packed, and some people were falling onto the train tracks. I had to think fast. The force of the hundreds of people behind be felt like a raging river. Still, I kept my cool. There had to be a perfectly logical explanation for everything. The crowd kept on filling the subway. I could fill the rumble of that ray approaching. I hoped that we were deep enough for the ray to not vaporise all of us into oblivion.
My hope was turned into a nightmare. The red beam cut through all that concrete and steel like laser to butter. I had seconds to think of something. The sounds of the screams and the crumbling concrete echoed through out the subway which was about to be reduced to one hell of a mess in the next ten seconds. There was no place to go. I stopped for a second and looked around.
Few metres in front, on my right was an elevator. Something was telling me to get inside. I swiftly made my way to it and pressed the button to call it. The door opened. I had no choice but to enter it. The door snapped shut. I could hear the horrific sounds outside. I felt the force of the beam and the heat rush pass outside the door. Getting inside this old lift seemed like one of the best decisions I made in my life. The lift didn’t move up which was a good thing. I crouched down for a few minutes. The rumble and the unbearable screams suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and stood up. Slowly, I approached the elevator door and put my left ear against it. At that exact moment, a ding sound came on and the door opened. I clenched my eyes shut.
I could hear the sounds of the regular crowd and of trains approaching. I slowly opened my eyes to see annoyed commuters outside the lift waiting to get inside the elevator. I slowly got out and walked around. I ran up to the street level, the sun was still shining and the streets were full of people going and forth going about their day.