I still remember the day it happened. Those who still remain will never forget that day. Formally known as the 'Day of Formation', some call it the beginning of the end, but I simply call it the beginning. Some lost hope, and some held onto hope.
Either way, the Day Of Formation was the beginning of a new way of life.
**November 18th, 2023. Third Person POV**
A peaceful day of sunlight and smiles, children laughing as boats dock in and out of the busy Circular Quay. It is one of the city's most popular docks, for it has such a scenic (and close up) view of the iconic landmarks.
Women can be seen in contrasting ways; some rushing around with suits on and briefcases in their lose grasps as they rush for their method of public transport, some slowly strolling, relaxed, cooing to their babies.
Most men are also in suits and carrying briefcases. Some of them are driving past in their hoverpods; but those are only for the people who are rich beyond imaginable. Hoverpods are said to replace cars within two years, but they are much too overpriced for even most upper class people to afford.
The clocks at the Circular Quay docks chime in unison; 8:00am. It is rather uncanny how alike the rings are to those of funeral bells. Nobody appears to notice.
Everybody is still wandering around, ignoring the change in time. The only people who don't ignore it are those who come to the realisation that they've just missed their 8:00 bus, or train perhaps. It becomes more rushed on every hour each morning, as people try to catch a ride that they will undoubtedly miss.
It is a normal 8:00 on a Friday morning, until one woman confuses many people. The woman, clad in a tight pencil skirt and blouse, is obviously heading for an ordinary, weekday job. The thing that has confused those around her is her astounding actions just a moment ago.
Many people didn't see this, but her movements changed as if she had just walked into a spider web, swatting and pulling at an imaginary string. With the buildings so far apart and no trees a part of this land, there is nowhere that a spiderweb could have been attached to.
The woman starts screaming, as if being possessed. A line across her face reddens, and it looks as if a wire has cut into it. The line continues to go deeper and deeper into her skin until it is at bleeding point.
The woman's screams become louder and more horrifying to witness, and it is at that moment when other screams become audible.
All around the area, people are beginning to have the same sensation. Some have had their phones cut in half when they've walked into the 'wires', but all have ended up with a bloody line cutting through their bodies.
The woman who first experienced this falls to the ground, the top part of her head almost falling off the rest of her body. Nobody knew how deep the lines would go until that moment; and that is when they understand that, if they encounter them, they are going to die.
As more and more people step into the death trap, the lines begin to be seen. They are simply clear, almost invisible wires that extend from every inch of the buildings to the ground. Some wires are thicker and thinner than others, but that cannot be seen to any naked eye.
The wires shoot out from every corner, every edge, every face of every structure in the port. They hit unsuspecting people; tourists, workers, local children. Little do any of them know, the damage of these wires is extensive.
The clock reads 8:13. It is unbelievable how, in the space of 13 minutes, at least 20 people have just died.
It is also at this moment, when a cautious construction worker stumbles into the worst, most unfortunate type of wire.
A creak is heard, and small pieces of plaster crack as they fall to the ground. More screams are audible, and that is when the man looks up. The building he is standing next to -part of the elevated train line- is beginning to sway. He is unable to move, his mouth agape.
The building then begins to fall forward, toppling over into the water and on top of many unfortunate victims. With a loud crash, the building has crushed them like insects.
This is when chaos breaks out. Many people are unable to fathom what has happened, and simply do not know how to control themselves. Some go into panic, shouting pleadingly for help, others run and cower in corners. Some stand and quiver in terror, others jump into the water filling the nearby port. There is blood, there is horror, and there is shock written on the faces of those who have not yet crumbled under the force of the buildings and the wires.
