Huddled in the remains of the train cab, Cal and Bob screamed in pain as the air pressure in the valley increased, threatening to rupture their ear drums. Hurricane force wind flailed at the wreckage but did not move the heavy steel from its grave. Though they could not hear it, they felt debris hitting the steel shelter, each impact fatal if they had not found this hide.

The east rail yard joined the explosion, rail cars flying into the air and then vanishing into the torrent.

The last explosion, only a few seconds after the first, collapsed the face of the last factory and raced at the men who now leaned against the steel door. The ghosts watched the wind mix with the explosion, then crushed into the steel in a reenactment of their deaths.

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The steel door groaned loud enough to be heard over the destruction outside. A cloud of dust sifted from the rock ceiling, then the noise receded.

The impossible sight of an ATV flashing past the concrete tower amazed Melissa as they all tumbled to the floor and covered the woman on the stretcher with their bodies. The wind howled around them as the pressure in the structure increased and the tower groaned protest. Bile rose in her throat and she was certain she was about to die while the wind ripped at the building but could not defeat the old concrete.