The wind was enough to force her eyes open, her cheeks wobbled and breathing was a nightmare, but she was out, free and moving, but even with her eyes pried open, she was blind.
The standing on her feet was suicide, forcing her to bend low, she rushed to the railing, hands in front of her face like binoculars. The solid block she'd seen before was right in front of her, but the world was just a consistent haze. Rain didn't just pelt her, instead washing over her, needle prickles blitzing her with little to no mercy in constant waves, consistent pelting before the waves, beating down on her, just jab, jab, punch, jab, jab, punch.
Arms out and apparently hugging the rain while blind, Kate snailed forward pushing with all her will until banging her head on the other side where she met a glass wall.
There was an enormous crash and a shift of darkness and light. The glass wall that had just started to be her personal speck of protection had just been hit by an iron traffic sign, enormous and wide that it could have doubled a projector board, a screech and scream of metal just behind. It's sheer size turned the world black and the wind calmed. The flap that should have flattened her had blocked the world out, a metal blanket that created a level of silence she hadn't expected.
"Griff!" She screamed in the dark.
She was tackled, the force slammed her back and she was nearly pushed into the screeching metal and crushed Like a cigarette.
Kate had never been so happy to nearly die.
"Griff!" she screamed and hugged and squeezed him as if to ensure she wasn't dreaming.
She rushed through the darkness, turned a corner and found the emergency door, which, of course, was locked. Her access screen long gone. She banged upon it but that would do nothing.
There would have to stay there for the rest of the night.
That they could do. At least until a whole new screeching hit her ears. But first there was the insane bang. A car, a four-wheel drive, Benson X5 with the spoiler, had just slammed into the glass wall. The lip, the edge that they were living secure under had more than cracked.
The competing pressures were forcing a choice between the glass corner, keeping them safe and the entire wall. The car flipped and re-smashed into a hight point on the wall and pressed onto the spine of the wall. The wind turned it in towards the edge of the lip, the big sign opened up more daylight as the different metals pulled and stretched in a tug of war with the glass caught in between.
Their protective lip would not be there soon enough.
They would die soon enough.