"The buildings along the street collapsed to the ground," the black-haired lady trembled as she continued. "The people who were inside all got smashed—we couldn't get to them on time."
Screams exploded from the screen as the footage on it shifted. Bloodied arms stretched from the debris. Palms open, fingers rigid, nails torn out.
Sarge nodded, then walked from the lady's side, his hands at his back. His chest rose and fell as he glanced at every face.
He pointed at two other volunteers. And they all increased the tension that had fallen in the room.
Kai sat there, his head bowed, fingers clutching each other. Though he listened to the screams from the screen, what was reeling in his eyes caused his eyelids to well up.
