“Back! Everyone back! The bridge won’t hold!” — After Alex’s shout, the bridge creaked, and clouds of dust and gravel erupted from the cracks.
The morning had started as usual: traffic, gray skies, drivers asleep with coffee in hand. No one noticed how, under the wheels, the steel was slowly cracking. No one—except Alex.
He felt it first—a faint vibration, as if the bridge were breathing. For a moment he thought it was the wind, but the sound grew louder.
Instinct made him act.
He jumped out of the cab, looked down—and his heart froze.
The asphalt was covered with fine cracks, but one—long, alive—slowly stretched forward, like a snake.
Alex understood: they were only seconds away from disaster.
He ran back, turned the key, the engine growled, as if sensing danger. He jerked the steering wheel, stopping the truck across the bridge—squeaking tires, screaming, chaos. The traffic stopped.
But Alex was already shouting through the window, covering the noise:
“Back! Everyone back! The bridge won’t hold!”
And then — a sound. A crack, like ice breaking. Then — a deep roar, transformed into a deafening noise.
The bridge started to shake
The asphalt heaved, the lampposts shook, and clouds of dust and rocks erupted from the cracks. The metal beams groaned like living beings, and the air was filled with screams.
Alex, holding on to the steering wheel, shouted:
“Back! Everyone back! The bridge won’t hold!”
The drivers were confused at first — some honked their horns, others didn’t understand what was happening. But when the asphalt began to vibrate underfoot, the first cars started to back up.
Several people jumped out of their cars, leaving the doors open. A woman with a child ran towards the exit, followed by others.
Alex jumped out of the cabin, his face covered in dust and sweat.
“Back! Faster!” he shouted, waving his hands.
The roar intensified, pieces of concrete were falling from above, and on the other side of the bridge the pillars were already cracking. People, in panic, were retreating; those who could start the engine, the others fled on foot.
The cars were moving chaotically, some stuck, others helping others escape.
Coughing from the dust, Alex turned—and saw a huge crack running across the bridge from one end to the other.
He ran. The last few meters seemed like an eternity.
Behind him, a terrifying crack—and part of the bridge collapsed into the water.
He made it.
He reached solid ground, falling to his knees, and heard the bridge collapse behind him.
That day could have turned into a catastrophe — but thanks to Alex, dozens of people survived.
If he hadn’t noticed in time and blocked the road — everything would have ended differently.
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