Boom. Followed by the crackling of concrete and windows shattering before finally collapsing. The building started to collapse in on itself, leaning into another building. It crashed into its side, creating a giant cloud of dust. That wasn't the only thing. The other, not built to withstand such a force, started to collapse as well. Almost like a tower of Jenga, they collapsed outwards, sprawling out their pieces all over the ground. A giant wave of dust rose from the ground. It wasn't even high enough to reach her knee.

The wolf glanced at the last of the buildings that were in her way and way behind her. She had her fun. "Good. I gotta find another place to do this now." Was the only thing she said, licking her lips. She could still taste some of the micros she had grabbed. It was something that she needed during the break. She started to walk away now. Her paws pressed down into the Earth, pushing the ground down. 

Now, where might she be going now?

The wolf didn't know with that beautiful white moon coat on her body. She could go anywhere she wanted and no one would stop her. God, how much she loved March. It was the perfect time to play with all these ants. Every step under her paws crunched the landscape. Her power so immense that the land surrounding crumbled and was blown away. It was so lovely. It was just her time to shine.

All that was left were ruins of the city. Buildings turned ruble; Streets of life turned into a peek of what once was; People prancing around in parks or driving to work or home were completely devoid in the city now. Eaten, stomped, crushed. A tragedy that took place every year. By the time April came around, it was over. No more madness of growing macros, each having their own definition of having fun. No more would people need to worry. Their lives still intact was what mattered, more than a square box of concrete to call home.

Days turned into a week turning into 3. 3 weeks of silence from the barren town. The people who had survived were set aside in a tent city. For the most part, there was little hope. The federal government had promised in a broadcast that they would send someone to help recover as much of the town as they could. But alas, the federal government was slow. By the time anything would get done, it would be months, maybe even years until they could get their lives back.

14 hours a day for 2 months. That was the new agreement they had come to after some back and forth. Excluding her lunch and dinner break, that was just 8 eight hours of sleep followed by 1 hour to get ready for work. What hellish nightmare she had awoken to. The calico felt the alarm buzzing in her right ear already. Her dulled brown eyes, sunken in from a lack of proper sleep, forced themselves apart with dirt staining the outside. 

The calico moved the tarp sewn together with fur off her body. It was just a light covering over her body. The calico yawned to herself, seeing the sun barely crossing the hill tips. So much work to do in under that one hour before she had to start walking again. The calico went ahead to reach for her pack on the ground, taking out the small solar panel that was attached to the outside.

With a few dizzying tries, she plugged in the device and headset she had strapped to her ear. She started to stand up now. Her head rose to the bushes then to the trees. Then beyond. The cat stretched up and up and up into the sky. Her paws started to stand on top of the field, crushing a good chunk of grass. And with that, her head nearly peaked over the edge of the hill she had stationed by. Her body dropped down from its stretch, coming to a staggering 150 feet tall. The cat grabbed her tarp and began to roll it up. "Hey Android. Set an alarm for an hour from now."

With that, the cat set about her morning business. Putting on her underwear. Finding a local stream to brush her teeth. Splashing some water on her face but not too much. The EPA would get mad at her for disrupting the local wildlife again. She glanced at the sun once more. It was just about time to start walking. The cat went over to her bag once more and grabbed the giant pack. She pulled out a rolled up sleeping bag before rolling it out. The fabric rolled out a good while, crashing into a few trees and draping them in the green cloth.

Sam. The label on the one piece suit read once she had set it on correctly. The calico stretched her body out, trying to get the tight fabric to stretch to all her joints correctly. She picked up her bag, set the device back around her ear, and grabbed the giant dump truck welded onto the end of a giant stick. With that, Sam set off. Her steps were light across the land, neither smothering nor leaving a trail of destruction in her. 

By the time the sun risen to a 45 degree angle, Sam saw some of the devastation from the march. Giant foot steps littering the ground; Giant chunks of dirt scattered all around; Trees knocked over from the broken land. That's when she heard a sound coming from her right ear again. "Arriving at destination: Kinnear, Wyoming." Sam slowed herself down to a halt as she glanced over the whole place. Not even a single building left standing. 

Some of the piles of destroyed buildings were set aside already by rescue workers likely retrieving everyone they could. For the most part, the town was still a mess, likely caused by whatever macro had decided to have fun around the area. That's when a repeated long beep entered her right ear again. Sam moved a finger up, flicking her ear. "Hey boss."

"Nope, I can't see anyone." Sam glanced over the area again, trying to see any blurs of movement with squinted eyes. As far as her eyes could see though, it was pretty empty. "No emergency crews, no survivors around right now. So can we claim that this town is abandoned?" Sam crossed her arms in wait, trying to see what the official diagnosis would be. She leaned on the make shift shovel she had until hearing exactly what she needed to do. "Alright. I should be done by noon. Thanks. Bye."

Sam tapped on her ear again. She went ahead to grab the other piece of ear phone from her pocket. She dredged it into her left ear. "Time to work." Sam dropped her bag off to the side now. She picked up her shovel and set it close to the ground. With that, the cat started dragging it forward. She tried to scrape as much of the concrete off the ground and into the dump truck. She lifted up the concrete.

Much of the contents slid back against the bed of the truck, allowing Sam to safely move the contents without fear of losing any actual progress. She shifted her body to the left before tossing her shovel forward. The concrete would launch into a fall, landing onto the grass. Still, that was only a quarter of a building clearing the road. Sam had a lot of work to do.

The cat put her back into her work. Shoveling concrete ruble off the roads to allow for a proper construction crew to begin to replace everything. It just sucked with how hard they made her work during March and April to replace everything. It was a fact of life, however. As a macro employed by the federal government, she was one of the very few people that could speed up the recovery process. That and the government paid her pretty well. Health benefits, insurance, a home in a national park, what more could a girl want? 

Meeting with friends at a cafe, the ability to have clothes fit her, going on dates without making the entire city panic there was a macro, getting drunk irresponsibly, not being on the local news station for knocking over a statue, having an apartment to customize, going to convention centers, the young adult struggle!

Okay, maybe not that last one. 

Sam couldn't complain that much under the warm sun beating on her back while she was lifting up several tons of concrete to and from the town. The town hadn't even been that big. It was on a major highway to another city with small little streets to different buildings. But it was part of the reason why she typically took these boring jobs. No one would help them otherwise. Everyone focused on the bigger cities that were hit: Portland, New Vegas, New York City, San Francisco, Atlanta, Houston, and many more. That meant everyone was busy going to major cities and repairing them.

Sam slowed down as she clear one-third of the town. Whoever was here had taken their time destroying everything. Based on the fact that there was likely a bridge crossing the river to the other side, that was something she would need to fix for more construction crews. Sam walked over to her bag, putting down her shovel. The cat shifted through one of the front pockets to get out some metal poles and a sheet of metal. 

The cat dipped her finger down into the river, dipping as far as she could. It wasn't too deep, for her anyways. She just needed some supports and lay the foundation for the bridge now. Sam began to stick the foundation of the bridge deep into the ground, making sure to extend the metal pipes and secure them by packing a lot of dirt. It may not have been the best bridge in the world yet it held. That's all she needed. Sam soon moved the metal sheet foundation down, screwing it into the holes. With that, she put some overhead support before calling it a day with the bridge. 

And that's how the rest of the morning had gone. A boring tale of scooping up ruble, only to toss it aside in one big giant pile of more ruble. This town wasn't so bad though. With the few buildings in sight and around, it was just a matter of scooping everything that didn't fit into her dump-truck shovel into another pile. It sucked. Sam repeated the task once more. She shoved her shovel into the ground, scooping up the last of the major pieces. 

Sam stepped over the river to the now massive pile before her and dumped down the last of the ruble. It crashed onto the top of the pile, making everything shift around. Sam set aside her shovel and went ahead back to her bag. She sat down, unstrapping her body into an angel of dust. The cat let out a heavy sigh as she tapped her ear again. "Hey Android. Call boss." 

Sam was tired. She had done the same thing hour after hour, day after day. She wanted her laptop projector back so she could chat with her friends online already. "Hey boss. I finished with the town. What's next?" Sam sighed as she just waited for the speech telling her to start marching to the next town East or maybe West again. Sam shot up at hearing her boss talk. "Last one for the month?! Serious?!" Sam had to confirm it which was followed by a confirmation. 

Sam got up from her spot, picking up her bag and shovel. "Thanks, boss." Sam hung up her device, starting to hoist everything onto her body. God, she could finally go back home! Sam glanced back to see her tail wagging from the excitement. Ah, no one was watching! She could enjoy herself! 

Sam went into a run, beginning to leave craters in the ground with every step. She was finally going home! 

About time too!