Part 1 Pinned Down.

A sensation of despair fills the air. Each breathe is drawn forcefully as I regain conciousness. Ears ringing, eyes blurred, head thumping as I struggle to lift debris off of me. once I remove the hunk of wall from my chest I realise there is a steel beem pinning me just below the waste. I begin to hyperventalate as fear attempts to strangle me. I concentrate to regain control over my mind. I can just barely reach the lip of the door jam. I use all the strength in my fingertips but my efforts are futile. Panic shows its face again when a sonic growl bellows from the sky. Fear fueling my adrenaline, somehow I had managed to keep my shotgun firmly gribbed in my hand throughout this ordeal. “It’s all or nothing” I think to myself. I don’t know what I will have to face outside but if I stay here I will be at their... or its, mercy. There is peace of ceiling dangling by an few wires. The way the beam is positioned leaning on top of the refrigerator. If the ceiling drops my logic is it will work like a seesaw by landing on the oppistite side of the beam lifting the side that is pinning me. Or a million other things that could happen the most likely of which involve me impailing my self. The only alternative is to stay where am at awaiting a fate I will have no control over. “Fuck it” I whisper to myself as I cock my 12 gauge I take a deep breath as I pull the trigger “AHHH!!” I shout as I do. I miss, some peiece of the ceiling crumbles and falls just inches from my face. I flinch as my arm is trying to recover from shooting so akwardly. I try to sit up and the rubble shifts, all of a sudden there is an intense burning over coming my left leg, atleast now I know I can feel it. I struggle but I hold my self upright enough and fire two rounds back to back.The peice of cealing comes crashing down the beam flings up and off of me throwing the debris on top of it into my face. Blood poors from my head as I pull myself to saftey in the doorway. I sit up and lean my head against the jam. Now i’m waking up, I must have lost conciousness again. Now there is a crack of sunlight through the dust and rubble shinning right onto my wounded leg. The pressure of the beam must have kept me from bleeding out, I must have lost concioussness from the bloodloss when I was freed. I act quickly thinking I am lucky enough to be coherent enough to do so. I take my shirt off and tie it as tightly around my leg as possible. My gun, I need my gun, where did it go? I see the shotty laying between me and the front door. The hall was still standing, I force myself to my feet struggling to pick up the gun. I use it as kind of a cain to make it the rest of the way to the front door. It's dangling from only the top hing. I glance to the right just before I reach it and see the living room was a pile of rubble. I catiously peak out the door and see a parade of futuristic militia in the streets. Camoflaged units shimmer as if one entity. I cannot tell where one being begins and the other ends. It’s nearly impossible to make out a profile of an individual. They sprint up and down the street with hell machines following behind I can’t make out any of their features because of the intense search lights mounted atop of them. Most of the neighborhood destroyed or on fire. Sirens blare and the sky Is dark as it echoes a countinous monstrous growl. My wife and kids where at my sons baseball game with her father. I had returned home early from work and was getting out of the shower when the trembling began. I had just put my shoes on I grabbed my shotgun and was running through the kitchen to the back door... then I woke up trapped. I have to get to my family is all I can think. All I can think is “how?” All I know is that I am pinned down.