He doesn’t seem to particularly care or even notice about the destruction happening below him. He seemed focused, on what you couldn’t guess, but he sure looks determined to get something done around here. You briefly begin to think about what it is he could want when he turns the corner and his right boot slams down on the other side of road from where you sit. You look over and realize how stupid you were for getting so easily distracted in this dire situation. Just a couple lanes over you see what was several cars instantly compacted into thin metal sheets. At the toe of his boot you even see the bus that was only half crushed, with the front half still sticking out.
Your attention is then draw to the giant soldiers other massive boot as it lifts into the air. You get a brief glimpse of the dark sole underneath it as it passes over your car. In the dark treads you see what you think is bits of metal, torn off from cars or street lights or some other such debris. It’s difficult to see anything specific in the dark brief period you are able to see it. Immediately after it leaves your view you hear a familiar crunching sound behind you as the boot comes down on a new group of motorist and pedestrians. To your left you see his right boot begin to lift off the ground, compacting a bit more of the bus trapped under his toe before releasing off the thing, followed soon after by yet another extraordinarily loud crunching sound.
You finally exit your vehicle and take a look around. In his foot prints you see the sheets of metal that was once part of the traffic of your drive home. You see the splotches of red, though you cannot make out any features of what may have been the motorist. Even so you can’t stand to look at the horrific site. You hear another crunching thud further down the road. The crowd that was once encircling your car was now largely dispersed. Anyone near you when he passed over had ran further or hid, leaving the area directly around you somehow empty, despite the cry’s and sounds of destruction off where the giant was currently, in his path was somehow just, so empty… you feel another thud accompanied by that now too familiar crunch.
You look back at him as he marches on. You have an insatiable curiosity about who he is and what he is planning…
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