'Hold onto it, Ryan! You can… do it! Do not... give up… do not, stop… endure… endure… the rescue team… will arrive….'
Underneath the rubble of what was once an apartment bedroom was a man, shouldering the fallen upper floor. His sweat had turned red after meshing with blood; he was tired… hungry… and losing strength with the passing of seconds.
His only source of strength was his wife trapped in the unfortunate accident with him. His forehead had a deep cut, and his right shoulder was already shattered from protecting his beloved. His cracked knees already trembling, but with his gritted teeth, he held on.
Ryan's body could no longer hold on for much longer. It had been 43 minutes since his hell of holding up the debris began.
Temptation plagued him to end his suffering, to free him from the pain and fatigue. Give up, and allow the bony fingers of death to take hold of his heart.
He was tired to even think, his smile was wavering, and his thoughts began to—
Rumble!
