Face full of Concrete; at least the mask is off.

I'm tired, people won't stop screaming and crying.

Black.

I'm being swarmed, grabbed.

My insides are getting pulled on.

I can't do this anymore, don't touch me.

Get away, let me go.

Stop, please stop, leave me alone.

No more, no more. Just let me go.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Get away from me.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

Dark.

Achey.

Do I have a body?

Probably not lucky enough to get a No…

Something's not right; no, different.

I'm still.

The room is still, oh god we aren't moving.

In danger, the field has to go up.

I can't rest.

I can't move, it doesn't matter.

Bu— 

I'm being ripped apart from the inside. I have to get it up.

Falling, crashing down.

Screaming and panicking.

Brokers are coming, I can't let this stop me.

The air is changing, people are doing things.

We can't stay still, we have to get moving.

the building will fall if we stay.

You have to get moving; don't bother with me. Just run.

…

In and out of consciousness 

Whenever consecutive moments of attention happen I look.

Everywhere I can reach, hack, endless scanning of this peaceful world;

Broken clouds everywhere are just an idea of the sun playing in the asteroid belt, but I’m pretty sure it used to be my home. Sure is bright.

I am laying down. I'm stationary. There’s no noise. There’s no chaos there. The sun, Something has gone sideways. 

It didn't work.

Coughing I’m not alone a woman she’s sewing at something and well fed not an ounce of boning on her not unhealthy at all. How is this possible?

Sleep can wait too many questions. too much going on. out of the bed time to see the damage

There is no damage there are thousands of heartbeats throughout 10 miles in every direction

There’s playing in the fields and the parks all around this building. There are kids here. 

Where the hell am I?

One more cough it appears getting out of bed was not going to go unnoticed. Now a man peaking from around the corner; coming in hurried, worried, little fluttering of his heart beat clearly stressed out, his vessels don’t seem used to fuckall.

I have that effect on people I suppose

Many noises, he’s talking. very quickly about trying to check me over; I think he's asking about my name and where I was born.

if everything’s OK, valid questions, deep voice well hydrated.

The way he’s standing is very “fat” as well. 

Doesn’t have a hunch or a bow anywhere. I don’t think any vital signs in anyone near here are messed up, like at all.

So it stands to reason that I am no longer in the place I just destroyed. Oh my God I didn’t go down with the ship. 

I’m still alive somewhere else.

In a bed; fed and warm, all by myself they’re all dead. I didn’t go down with the ship. 

I didn’t go down with the ship.

Oh gas appears it is time for a nap. I’m not inclined enough to care. Maybe they’ll just end it. That would be nice.