am." Adam had to
stop there. He couldn't go too deep. He
shrugged, looking into Elliot's hurt brown eyes.
His stomach ached. He wished he had the balls
to cradle Elliot's face in his palms and brush
apologetic kisses from one corner of his lips to
the other, but he had to think about his survival
and consider his iancée. Lusting after Elliot was
doing him no good. It was making him take a
step back, back to a place he didn't want to be.
"Look, I—"
"What was that?" Elliot stood still, looking
around with his big brown eyes.
"Huh?"
"Did you feel that?"
At that exact moment the earth beneath
Adam's feet began to shake. "An earthquake."
"Another one? Shit."
The vacant vehicles on the littered road
began to sway as the rocking got stronger.
Chunks of concrete and brick fell from what was
left of some of the buildings, and far in the
distance the screeching sound of heavy, hot
steel twisting and bending cut through the air.
Then like a bomb detonating, the sound of a
building collapsing tore through the night
behind them. Then unexpectedly, like a thief
caught red-handed, the trembling stopped.
"What was that?" Elliot asked. "You think
it was an aftershock."
"Maybe, let's keep moving."
A pained yelp cut through the silence,
sending a cold chill down Adam's spine. He
turned around facing where the sound was
coming from. Again, an agonizing howl tore
through the silence.
Elliot brought his hand up to his wide
mouth. "Oh, no. Something's happened to that
dog."
They stood silently, listening for proof
that the dog was in trouble. When the squealing
cry sounded again, Adam hastily made his way
to the crying where whining and whimpering
noises came from under a pile of wood and
rubble. "It's trapped in there." He sat his pack
and the lashlight down, angling the light to
illuminate the massive heap of concrete ruins,
and then he began lifting and throwing huge
blocks off of the pile. Elliot joined him, picking
up and clearing away as much debris as they
could.
They cleared as much as they could
manage. The only thing left standing in their way
was a big, solid slab of concrete. When Adam
lifted one end of the heavy slab it teetered. The
back end lowered allowing him to lift his end
only about a foot high.
"Crawl in there and tell me if you see it,"
he said through clenched teeth as he bore the
immense weight of the slab.
Elliot grabbed the lashlight and shined it
in the space under the debris. "I don't see
anything. Hold on."
Adam heard the heavy clunking as Elliot
moved away some more blocks. "This is really
heavy," he warned, hoping Elliot would hurry.
He couldn't hold it for long.
Elliot crawled nearly halfway inside. "Oh,
I see it!"
"Grab it."
"I can't. I think it's stuck."
"Let me take a look," Adam said, the
weight of the slab tiring his arm muscles. Just as
Elliot crawled out Adam dropped the slab and
took a few deep breathes. "Can you lift that?"
"I can try." They exchanged positions and
Elliot lifted the hefty slab, testing. "I can't hold it
for long."
Adam took his cue and grabbed the
lashlight. He crawled into the hole and shined it
in the direction of the whimpering. The dog's
head stuck out from a smaller pile of crumbled
concrete blocks. Adam crawled closer and
carefully dislodged a block, freeing the dog,
except it didn't come out of the rubble as he
expected it to.
"Think it's really hurt." He called out to
Elliot. "I'm gonna pull it out."
"Just hurry. This thing is heavy."
Adam crawled forward, breathing in dust
and dirt as his face grazed the ground. He
reached into the smaller crevice and carefully
took hold of the scruff on the back of the dog's
neck. He gently yet quickly pulled the dog out of
the narrow opening and into the cavity with him.
He tried to back up out of the hole and pull the
dog with him, but there wasn't enough room
and he didn't have a tight grip. His heart raced
as he felt the concrete slab slowly