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    All Shook Up, Ch. 3

     A path now clear, Bette placed her hands under the refrigerator and took a deep breath before lifting up.  It barely budged.  It was just too heavy and there was too much weight from the debris still on top of it.  Jenny ran to the other side and they both lifted together, moving the weight some but not enough to free the unconscious Tina.

     

    Jenny fell back to the floor panting.  “Do you have a jack?” she asked, struck by an idea.

     

    “Out in the trunk,” Bette answered absently, crouching on the floor and stroking Tina’s blonde hair.

     

    Jenny was off like a shot, running out of the house and down the cracked driveway, tripping over a break in the cement and falling, scraping her knees and palms.  Ignoring the stinging pain, she pushed herself back up and ran to the Saab, ripping the door open and frantically searching for the button that opened the trunk.  Finding it, she rushed around to the back and searched until she found the jack.

     

    As she picked the jack up, Jenny couldn’t help but glance over at her own house, which was now almost fully engulfed in flames.  Her eyes watered as she stood a moment, mesmerized by the horrible sight.  Thankfully, the fire hadn’t yet spread to any trees or to Mark’s “shack” in the side yard.

     

    Jenny’s eyes widened.  Mark!  She hurried back over to her own yard, the jack still in her hand.  The small building had half-collapsed, but Jenny was still able to get into the door.  “Mark!” she called out, eyes scanning the room.  She craned her neck, noticing a pair of sneakers attached to jean-clad legs on the floor. 

     

    Pushing a splintered board out of her way, she found Mark lying unmoving on his back, a large bruise on his forehead.  She saw his chest rising and falling, and checked for his pulse.  It was strong and steady.

     

    Grabbing his shoulders firmly, Jenny shook him.  “Mark, wake up!  We need your help!” she screamed, practically in his ear.  She shook him again, his head bouncing around limply and hitting the floor.  She began slapping lightly at his cheeks.  “Wake up!” she screamed as loudly as she could.  No response.

    Comments

    1. Here I thought hurricanes were bad. At least with a Hurricane you know that it is coming your way and you can get out of the way. There is no telling when an earthquake is coming. Love the story. Hopefully all will survive and piece their lives back together again. Keep writing.

    2. Lara died,Tina under a frig.Jenny house is burning,Mark is out cold Alice and Dana is chewed up and spit out and Our Shane and Carmen Lord only Knows. Thanks god it fan/Fic. You are giving our girls hell. Angie slept through the whole thing. Thanks for this.

    3. pressing, firing, hooking, killing(?), dropping… you did a lot. ditto to another. only complaint is you just cut at the most curious point. I love the way you write by the way. thanks, foxfire.

    4. Wow, major drama. Feel bad Lara is gone, Shane/Carmen were not sure, great job of depicting the events of an earthquake especially in southern Ca. Feels like your version of the Northridge quake. Hope our other girls make it through okay.

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