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The pain in my head made me feel like my brain was being squeezed by a big hand.
I groaned and tried to open my eyes, but the world around me was still dark.
I couldn't see anything.
After a while, I opened my eyes again and tried to move my hand, only to find that it was pressed against something hard.
I felt a little scared and anxious, so I raised my hand and touched it again.
It was a cold, rough wall.
Where am I?
I suddenly remembered the collapse of the building, and all of my hair instantly stood on end.
Am I buried under the rubble?
I tried my best to recall what had happened, but all I could remember was that it was in the middle of the day, and I was walking from the office to the meeting room with my colleagues.
After that, I couldn't remember anything else.
It seemed that the pain in my head had impaired my memory.
I couldn't remember how I ended up under the rubble.
At this point, I heard the sound of someone groaning nearby.
As soon as I heard it, I became scared.
Was there anyone else buried with me?
If so, are they okay?
I called out weakly, "Is there anyone else?Can you hear me?"
After I finished speaking, I heard the sound of someone struggling to crawl out of the rubble.
It sounded like someone was crawling toward me.
The person coughed violently and said, "I'm here …
Ah …" The person suddenly screamed out in pain halfway through his sentence.
It sounded like he had bumped into something while crawling over here.
"Don't move.I'll try to find a way to help you."
I said while feeling around for the chair beside me.
As soon as I reached out my hand, I could feel the cold wooden surface of the chair's legs beside me.
In addition to the chair's legs, there were some pieces of wood scattered around as well.
They felt like they had been cut off from the desk by something heavy and sharp.
I grabbed the chair and stood up with great difficulty.
Was I so badly injured?
My whole body felt weak and dizzy.
I took a deep breath and climbed onto the chair with great difficulty.
Just as I was about to adjust myself, so that I could crawl toward the direction of the sound, I suddenly noticed a faint light coming from the corner behind me.
It seemed like it was because the door wasn't completely closed, so that little bit of light seeped in from outside.
I lifted my head and looked over at the corner behind me.
There were all sorts of debris scattered around on top of my head.
As for my right ankle, there was a big piece of wood that was pressing down on it, causing me to be unable to move at all.
I looked at the piece of wood and saw that it was a thick table leg that was over 30 centimeters long.
My ankle must be pressed by this table leg.
No wonder it hurts so much!
I stretched out my hand and touched my ankle.
When I touched it, I felt a sharp pain.
It seems that I sprained it.
Good thing it's just a sprain; it's not broken.
I breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the debris around me again.
There were all sorts of things on top of my head.
There were papers, furniture, and even some pieces of paper that had been torn off.
I'm afraid this place is going to fall apart soon.
I have to find a way to get out before it collapses.
When I thought about this, I became a little anxious and said in a low voice, "Is there anyone else?
I'm here too."
I tried to stand up on the chair again and stretched out my head to see if there was anyone else coming toward me.
But this time, I didn't hear any sound after calling out.
I called out to him again with some uncertainty.
However, no matter how many times I called out to him after that, there was never any response.
I couldn't help but feel a little bewildered.
Did he die?
Or did he faint?
Or is it possible that he had already left?
Just as I was deep in thought, I suddenly remembered something and quickly turned my head to look for my phone.
I patted the pieces of wood on the ground in a flustered manner, but I couldn't find my phone.
No, I have to find a way to contact the outside world before it's too late!
I've heard from the news before that when a person is trapped under the rubble, they mustn't shout loudly, or it'll make it easier for them to breathe in the dust and die from lack of oxygen.
At the same time, they mustn't stop moving the part of their body that is being pressed down on, or the blood circulation will become stagnant and they'll get frostbite easily over time.
At this moment, my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts as I tried my best to keep myself calm and not panic.
I took a few deep breaths and then slowly stretched out my hand to touch the table leg on my ankle again.
I looked at the table leg in front of me and then used both hands to lift it up little by little.
Just as I was about to lift the table leg up completely, a sharp pain suddenly came from my side, causing me to let out a muffled groan.
It seems that I injured my ribs as well.
But I couldn't bother about this for now.
I bit down on my lower lip and endured the pain as I lifted my leg and put it aside.
After doing this, I immediately sat on the chair again, stretched out my hand, and touched the debris on top of my head again.
After a while, I finally found the piece of wood that was pressing against me.
I tried to push it away, but it was too heavy for me to lift it at all.
I got anxious once again.
While enduring the pain in my ankle, I tried to stretch out my body and crawl backward.
After crawling for a few steps, there was nothing pressing down on me anymore.
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
I turned around and crawled toward the direction of the light.
