The whole world was silent as it fell down around Dylan. Rubble was collapsing all around him and there was nowhere to go- nothing he could have done to protect himself or prevent it. His mouth was open, as if to scream, but nothing came out. Nothing- except the burning of his lungs as he let another one go. The world was still falling and people were running by him, past him, shoving him out of their way. And among all this chaos there was nothing- just plain, eerie silence that made panic rise in his chest. 

Everyone was running and Dylan followed. He forced his feet to move forward, forced himself to ignore the pain in his torso, his head. He moved forward until he stumbled and fell, and then he picked himself back up. But his head was swimming and nothing made sense. This time when he tried to run, he only stumbled again. He leaned against the wall for support and tried to breathe but panic was making it difficult.