Novel & Cerita And The Walls Kept Tumbling Down

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. The whole building did not collapse, but the corner unit where Tom's apartment was located completely gave way. Since they removed the load-bearing wall at the corner, the floor slabs above lost their support point. The 28th floor's living room and balcony fell like dominoes, bringing down the balconies from the two floors above and two floors below with them. The street instantly erupted into chaos, with screams and cries rising up everywhere.

I rounded a corner and slammed straight into a wall of solid muscle. "Watch it," a deep, melodic voice rumbled from above me, vibrating through my own chest. "Oof—" I stumbled back, my heels clicking sharply on the hardwood as I tried to regain my balance. A pair of steady, large hands gripped my shoulders to stop me from falling. I looked up, the apology dying on my lips.

They crashed through the lab wall, tumbling into the corridor, trading blows that would shatter concrete. (End of Chapter 79)

And just like that— The last of my walls cracked. And this time, I wasn’t sure I could rebuild them.

“Then you should know this does not end the way you think it will.” “I am counting on that.” The building let out another loud crack, more debris fell, and the ground trembled again. Axel pulled me back harder this time. “We are out of time.” I looked back at the collapsing structure. “Ruin…” There was no answer but only the sound of destruction and the growing silence where his voice should have been.

What are those things? “Good luck, I suspect you might need it” the leader said before they all started to disappear. No sooner did they leave do the things in the walls start exploding one by one, taking the side of the dome down. I’m having trouble breathing; I’m not sure if it’s from the weight of losing my mother crashing down on me or the hunters destroying the dome wall.

And when our hands stayed joined, I didn’t let go. He watched me for a long moment, like he was memorizing something. Then, in a voice that was suddenly far more steady, he said, “If this place falls apart… if she tries again…” “Then follow me through it,” I whispered. “No matter how dark it gets. Follow me.” His forehead dropped to mine. “Always.” We stepped into the hallway hand in hand. And already, the house had begun to crumble. The photos on the walls were warping — faces stretched, frames crooked. The wallpaper shivered like heat rising from asphalt. Distant laughter echoed through the corridors, disjointed and wrong.

The tremor shook the walls, and from above came the sound of collapsing rubble—walls caving in, steel screeching, glass shattering. The entire structure felt like it was seconds from total collapse. We raced faster, legs burning, hearts pounding, as another deafening whack echoed above us. Dust trickled down, the ceiling groaning. I was certain the fourth floor had just been torn away as well. Even as panic clawed at me, I risked a glance at Chevonne and Lucky Kid. Neither was crying. Neither even looked shocked. Their faces were set, serious, and focused on survival. I, however, felt one heartbeat away from losing it. I was the only one on the verge of pissing my pants.

A teasing smile surfaced in Ken's face. The speed at which Roy jolted up from his imagination, rattled the kitchen door and some accessories beside the door—on the slab, fell down. Roy's heart downright leaped out from his chest.

Camila swallowed, kicking at the wall in frustration, her foot hitting the crumbling wall, causing cracks to make their way up it, the ceiling rumbling above us. I gazed up, my eyes wide as part of the ceiling collapsed beside us, landing in a heap on the floor by our feet. Dust wafted through the air and up our nostrils, making us splutter. "Shit! We need to get out of here!" called Camila as more of the roof caved in, the walls disintegrating next to us, unable to hold up any longer.