I was up in the Library of my college on Victoria street getting started on the first assignment we had been given in my first year of early childhood education. Me and a friend had just taken a few books out of the shelf chatting away about what ones will be best.
When it hit, started small, we looked at each other for a minute as if to say “oh there’s another one”, except this one was different, not the normal aftershock we were all so used to. It got bigger, and bigger and bigger, I yelled at my friend DESK NOW. I ran as quick as I could being thrown all over the third story. I managed to get myself under a desk. The quake was so strong that the desk got away on me and down on my head came a shelf full of books. I don’t remember much, but what I do remember is that terrifying thought in my head that was saying “this is it, I’m going to die”. Never in my life have I been so terrified.
When it finally stopped, shaking like a leaf and in shock we all made out way down the stairs, getting drenched on the way down from broken pipes in the top story. When we got outside town was a mess, people were everywhere unsure of what to do. A second quake hit, whipping me off my feet due to the strength. All I could do was look towards the rest of town, dust is all you could see, and the thought though my head was “this time we are not going to be so lucky, people are definitely dead in this one”.