Everything was blurry. All he could make out were faces expressing words that seemed so incomprehensible in every form, arms flailing to the right and left signaling despair and involuntary rescue. Dazed, he was trying to figure out what they were saying with a per-second whizzing by of some sort of machinery which disappeared into the distance matched with what seemed to be angered voices.
One thing was clear though, he could not move. With every ounce of panic that he could generate to signal his body that he needed to move, he began to shift his weight from the direction of the faces to the distant unknown. That’s when he realized that he was on the ground; he was lying on an asphalt ground. His senses began to kick in, first feeling the rush of wind that swept past him every single time the whizzing noises shot by.
He felt his arms; they were trembling, shaking as if he has landed them in a bucket of ice for hours. There was a sudden shot of pain in his lower body and he collapsed to the ground again. Cursing with the little vocabulary that he could muster he tried again. The voices were getting louder and more agitated. They better shut up if they aren’t gonna help him get up.
Finally, he managed to get to his feet. The rush of blood draining from his head to his feet due to his sudden upward movement almost knocked him to the ground again. A few steps sideways enabled him to stabilize himself. Everything started becoming clear. He could almost make out the faces contorting in manners of despair and frustration. He could almost make out faces mouthing the words, ‘Get out of the way’. Then there was a loud blaring of noise which caught his attention. Without thinking his arms swung him in the direction of the din, his eyes adjusted sight, his brain recognized the danger, his lips mouthed, “Fuck me!”, then everything went black.
not bad...
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