Chapter 2: Part 6

"We're in the moving room with A.R.I.A" She told me, her voice cracking. I heard something break on the other side of the ear piece. Gasping for air I ran as fast as I could. Then I saw it, the moving room. Wiping my tears, I ran as fast as I could to it.

Just a couple more st- blood. I felt blood trickling down my legs and arms on my left side. Looking, I saw that my arm and leg had been freshly cut, and one of my "bandages" had been torn off. I saw that a knife had been squished between two rocks. Quickly making a turn, I ran to get it. That might be useful considering the situation we were in. Punching and shaking the knife, I didn't care if my hands got bloody.

Crash

The walls were collapsing again. Looking back at the knife, I kicked the knife with my right leg, landing a blow hard enough to break one of the rocks and freeing the knife. Surprisingly, the knife was strong enough to be able to come out in one piece. Another series of bangs and clashes were heard, as I had realized why the knife was there. It was to hold the ceiling together.

Looking ahead of me, the moving room drifted further away from me as I looked at it. Running, I called Grace.

"Grace, I'm almost there. I can see the moving ro-" A rock fell on my leg. I screamed in pain, pretty sure that grace could hear.

"Amy? Amy! Can you get up? We see you through the peephole but are trying to hold the roof up. A.R.I.A is trying to get more survivors. Three more people were entering the room and were trying to tend to the wounds. C'mon Amy get up! I can see you. Please." Grace told me. I grabbed the knife and stabbed the wall with it, pulling myself up. I kept this going, afraid that my ankle would snap, I slowly kicked the rock off of me. My vision was fading and my head pounded.

"That's right Amy. Come on." I heard her say. With the last bit of strength I had, I dragged myself towards the door.