The hours dragged on mercilessly as the city descended into a whirlwind of chaos.
It felt as if the government officials were failing miserably, unable to grasp the intensity of the crisis before them.
Once-sturdy buildings groaned and crumbled, while the streets became a tangled mess of debris and confusion.
The air was thick with honks, screams, and frantic shouts, creating a symphony of desperation.
Gavin sat rigidly in his car, panic coursing through him like wildfire.
He bit down hard on his lip and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he scanned the turmoil outside.
Officials waved their arms, directing an endless stream of cars to backtrack from the disaster, but Gavin's mind refused to accept their commands.
He had no intention of turning back; his thoughts were consumed by one singular purpose: to find his brother and put an end to the destruction that was spiraling out of control.
