With trembling hands, Jinx pulled out her S22 from her bag, dialed Lena's number, and placed the phone on her left ear.
"Ohh! Why is she not picking up?!" She grew angrier and more anxious as the call rang and rang without an answer.
She tried again, placing the call on the loudspeaker. "Pick up the phone. Pick up. Pick up!"
"Yes," she sighed when the call connected.
She moved and wrapped her right arm around a metal pillar, bracing her stance. "Hello, Lena." She whispered, her tone draining with every impact of the building's quake.
Just as the one on the other end mentioned Jinx's name, the network jammed. "Oh shit!" she cursed low, then moved slowly, holding onto tables and pushing herself forward.
"Why didn't anyone inform me?"
"What am I even saying? Who knew this would even happen? And what is even happening that everyone has evacuated from this floor?"
