polystyrene

sketchfab

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when suddenly, everything changed. I stood there, frozen in time, as the world around me began to unravel. The once-peaceful streets were now chaotic and loud, filled with people running wildly in every direction. As I watched in horror, a massive explosion rocked the ground beneath my feet. I stumbled backward, my heart racing with fear, as flames engulfed the surrounding buildings. The air was thick with smoke, making it hard to breathe. I tried to run, but my legs felt like lead. I stumbled and fell, skinning my knee on the rough pavement. As I struggled to get back up, I saw a figure approaching me through the smoke. It was a woman, her face twisted in a mixture of fear and determination. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to safety, dragging me away from the inferno. We stumbled through the wreckage, dodging debris and leaping over burning cars. The woman's grip on my arm tightened as we ran, her eyes fixed on something ahead. As we emerged from the smoke-filled streets, I saw it: a massive skyscraper, its top half missing and its facade reduced to rubble. The woman released my arm and pointed up at the wreckage. "Look!" she shouted above the din of sirens and screams.