A drabble I wrote in a LiveJournal post, that I'm intending to turn into some sort of short fiction.
I peered out from my hiding place, straining my eyes to see in the darkness. I tried my IR and night vision. Both damaged. At least the lenses were still intact.
The building hadn't been hit directly, that much was obvious. These old buildings were essentially an armoured shell, but the renovated interior hadn't been built with strength in mind. The shock-waves were enough to bring everything down on me.
It sounded like the bombing run had ended, clearing the way for the infantry. All IR-equipped, to flush out survivors like me. There was no hiding. I had to move.
