Victory Road. Mark Bowlin

of the stone building. Its large portico had collapsed, and smoke and dust were pouring out of the shattered windows. Screams could be heard from inside the building, and then the walls and the roof began to crumble as though they were tipped dominoes. The screaming abruptly stopped.

      “Oh my God…Gia!” Perkin shouted, and he began to run towards the collapsing building as he’d never run before.