The room suddenly tilted to one side and the people poured out. Everyone was in a panic!
Is it an earthquake? Did you feel that? What was that!
Screams could be heard echoing through the building.
People panicked and rushed to get down the stairs.
The office was on the 50th floor of the high rise building. Everyone was trying to make it out alive.
As glass shattered, and people cried out, it all became a huge blurr.
Was the world ending? Nobody knew.
What they did know is they had to try to make it out of this building in one piece.
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