Why this happened?
Victims were not rescued yet. People should work together to rescue them instead of... Why is it so messy?
This street was like a hell, people shouting, pushing and fighting by using tools. Some people even cursed others, their eyes bloody red.
They were like monsters.
There were also a group of people who kept calm helping policemen maintain the order. Sonia couldn't tolerate this chaos. She, with Chris, grabbed a microphone from a journalist and shouted aloud in a high platform. "Keep quiet."
Everyone looked over there, seeing a slender woman standing there with a dusty face. She seemed to be a victim of the explosion. Her eyes bright and her voice trembling, she stood there, saying firmly.
"We are all citizens of the Seaside City. Why are we hurting each other here? Victims' relatives, please come here. Policemen are rescuing your kin, so we shouldn't put more stress on their shoulder. And as for journalists, If you have consciences, please think on our stance and help us without your cameras. There is a pretty serious fire in there. We should rescue as many people as we can."
"Except the state media coming with helicopters, other media don't provoke victims anymore. Their kith and kin are at risks, so they might hurt you. Please make concessions together and make way for the rescue team. And we are in charge of discipline and other things, ok?"
When your friends and relatives are in danger of explosion, are you still in a good mood to interview?
They are heartbroken enough. Don't hurt them again.
After she said these, only the sound of wind and electric currents could be heard. The crowd turned silent.
Some journalists even threw out their expensive cameras, saying with their red eyes. "I don't report it. I'll rescue people. Police, what can I do?
Sonia's eyes also turned red. "Thank you for your understanding!"
"I won't do it either!"
A stone made a thousand waves. Many people also stood out. "I'll help you. I don't hope that my family members encounter accidents, so I'd like to help you, too."
"I also understand you." "We shouldn't interview you. Just let the state media do it."
"I'm sorry. I should not have cursed you. I was so excited just now."
The victim's relatives also showed their gratitude, "Thank you for helping me just now..."
"We're a family in front of the disaster."
"Is there anything we can do?"
Some men have rolled up their sleeves. "I heard that there were still people buried under the mall. We're strong. Can we help?"
"It's dangerous. Watch out." Guardians came up. "Are there anybody holding stones?" "People buried beneath are still alive."
"I'll come." Countless people went to help, and a man shouted, "I said one, two, three, and then we do it together, OK?"
"One, two, three." The huge wall stone was pulled up by the concerted efforts. Under it lay a pregnant woman who was blooding over there. "My child, my child..."
"I am a nurse. Let me help her." Someone rushed into the crowd. "Madam, take a deep breath. Yes, take a deep breath. We will take you to a safe place soon."
A man tried his best to push the stone over, his veins popping out. "Take this lady out quickly. We can't hold it."
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