He got into a hotel. ran up the stairs. He fought his way past screaming guests and staff, climbed the fence to get further. The dust got thicker. People more scarce. A piccolo coughing in a corner. A cleaner crying, praying. He covered his mouth with his shirt, his lungs could hardly breath. Some shadows running by, screaming, coughing. Falling bricks and blocks crushing their way towards the ground. Somewhere above daylight pierced through the concrete fog surrounding him. Above him floated a monster, a ghostlike female of destruction. She stared into nothing, beyond it all, as if she was longing, searching for something that wasn’t there.

via Dust in the Wind — Fictionspawn Monsters