Abby was sitting at the little break table outside the office in the back of the shop when the building shook. It felt like an earthquake. Being stuck in the dark in the windowless back room made her feel defenseless and unprepared for what might be coming, so she ran out front to see what was happening. Through the shattered display window, she saw debris tumbling from above, following by the loud crashing of a bank sign bouncing off the building across the street and landing on the median out front. As she moved closer to the window, she could see bodies lying everywhere, virtually covering the pavement and sidewalks. Sirens grew louder.
She listened intently to determine if any of the shedding victims were moving around and decided it was safe enough to open the front door. Pulling bac
