The ground trembled beneath Fiona's penthouse. The low, rumbling vibrations, felt in the very core of the building, jolted her from her afternoon reverie. The lights flickered, then died, plunging the opulent room into darkness.
Fiona swore under her breath, fumbling for her phone on the coffee table. Her fingers, still slightly shaky from the unexpected tremor, finally located the device. The news feed was ablaze with headlines. "St. Jude's Hospital Collapses due to bombs."
The news articles were flooding in, filled with accounts of a massive explosion and subsequent structural failure. The images were horrific. Her breath hitched.
She sat rigidly on the plush sofa, the news feed lighting up the room, revealing the horrific images. The images were horrifying. The images were g
