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CHAPTER 122: CRUMBLING SALVATION
CRUMBLING SALVATION
With a surge of resolve, you dash towards the truck, skidding to a halt beside the driver who's barely hanging onto the cab as the bridge trembles beneath your feet. "We need to move, now!" you yell, yanking him forcefully as the structure gives another ominous groan. Together, you stumble towards the shady side of the canyon, the ground beneath threatening to swallow you both whole.
The truck convulses violently, the metal frame screeching as it bends like a twisted marionette. Your heart pounds, each beat matching the rhythm of the crumbling debris. With a final heave, you push the driver up, watching as he scrambles to solid ground. The bridge is disintegrating into chaos, the abyss below beckoning with gaping jaws.
As you make your own desperate run for safety, the air fills with the sickening sound of shattering wood and ripping metal. The truck gives one last defiant roar before plummeting into the dark void, taking large sections of the bridge with it. You're left on an isolated platform, the ground beneath you fracturing like brittle glass.
Your breathing is ragged, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The driver, safe and steady on the other side, reaches out a hand, his eyes wide with both relief and terror. But it's too late for handshakes or congratulations—the bridge is a ticking time bomb.
Suddenly, the platform beneath you shifts, ready to cascade into oblivion. There's no time to think, only act.
The truck convulses violently, the metal frame screeching as it bends like a twisted marionette. Your heart pounds, each beat matching the rhythm of the crumbling debris. With a final heave, you push the driver up, watching as he scrambles to solid ground. The bridge is disintegrating into chaos, the abyss below beckoning with gaping jaws.
As you make your own desperate run for safety, the air fills with the sickening sound of shattering wood and ripping metal. The truck gives one last defiant roar before plummeting into the dark void, taking large sections of the bridge with it. You're left on an isolated platform, the ground beneath you fracturing like brittle glass.
Your breathing is ragged, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The driver, safe and steady on the other side, reaches out a hand, his eyes wide with both relief and terror. But it's too late for handshakes or congratulations—the bridge is a ticking time bomb.
Suddenly, the platform beneath you shifts, ready to cascade into oblivion. There's no time to think, only act.