The earthquake ceased its rumble. Jamitra looked up from the rubble that used to be her mother's lean to and searched for her family. Crying and shrieks filled the streets around her. The quake had leveled the poorest section of the city, flattening the structures, it had shifted the hilltop homes down off their foundations. Fires and explosions crackled out sporadically.
She heard her own sister's cries over the din and started to stumble and crawl to her. Her mother's leg was outstretched under a beam and blood flowed freely from it. Her mother was not moving.
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The control center flared away as the news of the Earthquake came in. Phones were ringing, faxes were spitting into the receptacles. Orders were taken.
Jean dispatched 2 cargo transports to the beleaguered city. Stationed in Miami, the trip to the island was less than an hour. The crews were on the tarmacs unloading their equipment while after shocks were still shaking the ground.
Refrigerated vans drove out of the planes and headed toward the city. The collection arm of a large Medical Tissue company was on the move.
Soon their holds would be full and they would return home with their treasures. Priceless bodies picked up in the confusion of the disaster.
I would continue reading this if it were a the first pages of a book I picked up randomly...
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