The Bang

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As a bomb exploded Yangs shady picture stayed up on the big screen. Just as he had promised, all hell was breaking loose. The bomb had went off starting multiple fires, and causing many people to be injured or killed. As jake and i were watching in horror, neither me nor jake realized there was a bomb rigged right above our heads ready to explode and cave that portion of the ceiling onto our heads. BOOM! The bomb goes off as we begin to walk forward to help everyone who was hurt from yangs bomb. As the ceiling begins to crumble on top of us i feel i slight push as it hits me. When im pinned i can still hear the ticking of the clock and the screams from ones who were hurt physically from the bomb and mentally from losing their loved one. As the pressure from the ceiling increases i slip into the world of unconsciousness.

I wake up to the sound of beeping and the rustling of people. "Glad to see your alive." Someone says. I open my eyes to see a doctor and Mr. Jones standing over me. "Sit up if you can please Mr. Ryder i need to get your vitals." The doctor says. I do as told and sit up and i do as he instructs. "Your vitals are good, however you have a pretty good concussion." The doctor concludes. "Glad to know im okay." I say almost sarcastically "Hey, where is jake?" I asked. The room falls dead silent and i can hear yangs clock ticking again.
Tick tick tick tick.
"Where is jake?" I say again more sternly. The room almost seems as if it becomes even quieter. "John. Jake perished in the rubble from the blast, however saving you by pushing you over farther." Mr. Jones answered. I go silent. Unsure what to do i begin to rise from the hospital bed only to be gently brought back down by the doctor and Jones. I can hear the clock ticking almost as if its counting down time until yangs next move against me.
"If you interrupt me... All hell will break loose." I hear yangs voice bouncing around in my head, i begin to feel a little woozy as i feel a small prick in my arm. I begin to slip into the unforgiving darkness of my dreams.

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