EPTThe alarm, a long forgotten dull ringing, not even aware of it anymore.
Five thirty five reads the digital display, id been rising at three AM for the last eight years.
She'd brewed me a pot of the same old shitty coffee again, after her night shift at the UPS Depot know's i hate it yet i love her all the same.
Drank the warm murky water rolled up my ciggarettes and kissed her goodbye, same as any other morning.
Noticed an oil leak on old betsy as i opened up the rear door to get in, side one's been busted for years.
Good old betsy, never failed on me once, no matter what the conditions, rain hail sleet snow an storm,
an it looked like it was gonna be a storm, lightning storms round hear could sear the sky for miles across, blue green flashes bright enough to make the sun look dim, an white out your vision for minutes.
With Ol'Betsy's motor crankin, i was starting to feel a little better, truckin along on my way to work.
Got up the hill past the row's of old factorys, there was a military air base not to far from where i worked, and the warehouses were long abandoned, home to vagrants now.
Checked in with my boss and she told me i was hauling shit all day again, god damn eight hours of constantly pickin stuff up, dropping it off....all god damn day, anyway i started talkin to my buddy coz he was on the same route as me, he told me all about this freak accident and all these huge guys in suits taping the area off on his way to work, didnt get a good look of what it was but he said there was blood everywhere.
At about two thirty, we were on our way back from lunch and heard quite a lot of noise from the airbase about a mile and a half away from the construction site, and saw all the factory doors opening, which was pretty strange, because aslong as id worked there we'd never seen anyone going in.
Our boss called all of us back to base and told us what was going on, she said and i quote "Our base is under attack."
Same as any other day i thought, same as any other day
As we ran for the bunkers i could only think of what may be happening to my beautiful wife, Elena at the depot.
The heavens opened, purple and black, orange and brown, devils of destruction we thought we had long seen the last of, not here, not on Moria.
