This is a Story that is fiction.
Downtown in the Auckland Central district there was a major earthquake that took out the whole tire area. The skies were opened and the whole city was divided in two. It was all in vain and everybody was searching for their loves ones and counting down the lasts days of what was called the natural disturber of Auckland City.
It was a nice day and Auckland city was on a sweet sail of success. Birds were out and as you look from the harbourer it was glowing with gee that you could see ships and boats doing their own thing and moving along swiftly.
As for the city it was buzzing with people around and the cars were piling up in the streets. There were a lot of shops opened up for business as well. Jack was minding his own business while he was walking along the street in the city. He was meeting up with a group of friends for lunch at a local Bar down from where he worked.
He reached the bar and his friends were there waiting for him.
They all had lunch and discussed what they were up to and also what they were going to do for that weekend. As they had finished having lunch and were on their last beer. They all happened to look outside and the clouds were beginning to turn black and suddenly there was a shook and a rattle that took over the whole city. Jack and his friends took for cover so nothing could hit them. Jack looked outside the bar. There were people trying to run for cover while the whole city of Auckland was turning into a giant centre of a disaster zone.
You could hear the rumble of the big distorter the Earthquake that had been zoning in the area of Auckland. This Earthquake shook the whole of Auckland and was category by the authorities to be a number 10 on the reactor scales. It had stop shaking and rolling so everyone including Jack and his friends in the bar happen to go outside. They all went out and they couldn’t believe what they saw with their own eyes. The whole city was in a black hole and it was a disaster of all time that they couldn’t run away from.
People were screaming and crying for help and right down in the middle there was a straight line that appeared that was the fault line that had opened up in the middle of the road where loose power lines had escape into the streets and all buildings around the city was cut up and tired up in the after marks of the rumble that the earthquake had left in its own path of hell.
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