It was clear that she was puzzled.
“What do you mean?” She glanced over in the direction of the elevator, seeing a light coming from the crushed area.
“I can almost guarantee that if we walked over there, the doors would still be open, the light on, and it’ll be clean,” he seemed convinced. “This whole experience,” he spat the word out like it was a curse. “Isn’t natural. Nothing about this has been natural. How is there an earthquake happening here of all places?”
“Hold on, hold on,” she held up her hands. “Can there not be earthquakes here?”
He placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing at the muscle there to soothe his pain, “there can, but there shouldn’t be. Especially not one that does all of that.”
He nodded his head to the outside, looking at the chewed-up concrete, and downed tre
