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In a dark, hollow crypt under the ruins, Michael listens to the reverberating cry of people through the walls. Then he hears actual footsteps. And from the hole, a hand reaches for him…
“Grab my hand Michael, come on!” his father screams.
Greg hugs Michael tight, carries him safely and runs toward home.
“Don’t worry Michael, we will be home soon!” Greg encourages his son.
But suddenly, earsplitting sound and blinding light stun them both.
When Michael opens his eyes, he’s still inside the crypt with his critically splintered legs, and the massive concrete walls about to fall over him.
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