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The day of the first snap.
Her hands grasped the takeaway cup, thumb tracing the intricate paisley pattern. An unholy amount of caffeine was the only thing that could get her through the next seven hours of debriefing and paperwork.
"Become a spy, they said," muttering to herself. Weaving around other people. "There's so much action and fun, they said. Why are you about to throw yourself off of an extremely high building screaming " Goodbye paperwork!"? They ask." As she came to a stop outside the building that she knew so well, she heard the scream of a woman walking past her. Her white coat matching the colour of her face. The woman's hand seemed to be turning to ash. They both stood still as the w watched the dust sensation spread up the rest of her arm and up her legs. The shout came from a man across the street, his face crumbling away.
Dozens more tortured shouts came all from all across the street, either from the people that were disappearing or from the ones that were gaping in terror and waiting to turn to dust themselves.
Grace tightened her grip on her coffee cup, holding onto it as if it was the only thing that would stop her from joining the people around her. Or what was left of them.She jumped back to avoid a car that had lost it's driver. The vehicle swerved and crashed into the front window of the building behind her, sending glass everywhere.
As she instinctively raised her arms to protect her eyes, she felt the sting of a piece of glass imbed itself in her forehead. Gasping from the pain, she heard a mechanical spluttering coming from above. Looking up, Grace saw that planes which just moments before where gliding peacefully across the sky, were now making a not so graceful descent back to the ground.
Everywhere she looked, all she could see was chaos. Alarms blaring, people screaming, buildings with fires breaking out along their walls. In the distance she could hear the few cries of the emergency vehicles that were still able to go out.
The world might as well have been ending.