“What the fuck?” Ellen said as she slowly stepped from her car, hearing the crunch of the gravel parking lot under her black slides. She anxiously wiggled her socked toes for a moment as a crisp morning breeze blew through the ghost town in front of her at the stadium. Grabbing her phone tight, she started walking towards the building, keeping her head on a swivel. The banner across the entrance told her she was at the right place…but there wasn’t a soul in sight. There were a few cars in the lot, but no one among them. She knew she’d planned to arrive a little early, but had she really beaten everyone there?
“Ok…not the race I thought I’d win,” she joked under her breath to keep her anxiety at bay.
Ellen could hear the crunch of cold ground underfoot as she continued the painfully long walk to the building. Without anyone around, everything seemed to take longer, she thought. She must have been early. Right? Yes! Walking closer, she was sure it was just a timing issue…she should be standing right where a water station had been set up every single time she’d come and competed here before. Sighing in relief, she paused and turned her attention to her phone, looking to see if an update had gone out that she just missed.
In fact, she was a touch later than she’d meant to be there…and it had saved her. Has she been on time, she might have found herself panicking with the rest of the water station attendants who now found themselves bug-sized at her sandals!
CRUNCH~
Jackson scrambled backwards on his ass, trying desperately not to get thrown off the boulder-sized bit of gravel he was on as Ellen’s foot landed far too close for comfort! The tremor alone knocked most people down and her shifting upturned the landscape. He’d watched Heather fall between two bits of gravel only for them to be smashed together as the unyielding 30 ft. high wall of black rubber moved forward, steamrolling the rocks and his friend in one motion! There was screaming all around him. Even the earthshaking tremors and rockslides couldn’t drown out the terrified screaming. He didn’t know who had arrived, but the young woman had brought Armageddon down on them with her Nikes!
“J-Jackson! Jackson!” a voice screamed from under the rubber. His fiancé. “Baby! Help me! Hel-”
CRUNCH~
The voice was gone and Jackson felt his stomach revolt as he bent over and retched….
High above, Ellen didn’t see anything about a delay and shrugged. If the water wasn’t out, then she could just grab something inside. Shoving her phone into the waistband of her black tights, she kept walking…clueless that seven people had been snuffed out under her left foot…and a terrified Jackson was left out in the cold to be consumed by ants in an hour’s time.
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