"Hold onto my shoulder tighter, Dave! Do not let go!" Elena screamed.Her voice was almost swallowed by the roar of concrete grinding against concrete. The ceiling of the executive room began to crack lengthwise, dropping chunks of cement and white dust onto the carpet. The floor beneath their feet tilted extremely, as if the entire building were being pulled into the belly of the earth.David Vexley gritted his teeth, forcing his right leg, whose knee was shattered, to take a step. He leaned most of his body weight on Elena. Every movement triggered an incredibly sharp pain from his bullet-riddled stomach. Blood continued to seep out, soaking Elena's waist as she supported him with great difficulty."I am burdening you, El. Leave me," David groaned hoarsely."Shut your mouth, David Vexley! I will not let you die in this place!" Elena retorted with an anger filled with panic. She dragged her husband through the thick smoke beginning to fill the room.