he stands stock still with his back against the building as it shakes from the inside, waiting out the shit storm with rough hands over rugged ears and a vocal projectile from a sharks mouth aimed for the moon. everythings in the clear, all systems going and all he can hear is the buzzing of words from somewhere so close behind yet so distinctly far enough. he screams, because thats the only thing he can do, screams until his voice runs dry or the world goes deaf, until he can no longer breathe.
