As I slowly opened up my eyes, my supervisor yelled at me, “Shi. Finally, thou has’t awakened. Now receiveth thee out of thy sleep chamber. ’Tis not a mure that will buildeth itself.”
“Why now?” I asked him half asleep, “’Tis not even dawn.” Before he had a chance to respond, the early morning light shined through the antique wooden shutters.
“’Tis dawn when I vieweth out,” he said. I then just stared at him madly, but he didn’t seem too intimidated by me.
He then turned his head to the others and proceeded to say, “Exeunt, all of yee.” Unlike myself, they all did with no hesitation. He followed them. With him seeming to forget about me, I snoozed in. Yet eventually, I left to head down the stairs. …show more content…
“Didst thee heareth that?” I asked Ho Lang, a 25 year old friend that I met on the first day of my shift working at the wall.
“Of course,” replied Ho. We then heard screaming coming from above. Curious, I checked out what was going on. When I heard the rumbling sound again, I looked up to see the barracks rumble down and slide off lower parts of the tower ,that have not been affected by it before, to have pieces of broken and chipped fragments of cobblestone land in front of me, making it harder to evacuate the area. Just then, I saw Ho and two others I had not yet met sprinting out of the collapsing tower. The younger of the two, Ke, got his leg stuck under various pounds of