“I start going down, fast, and I hear crack, crack, crack”

She thought what she was hearing was possibly wind coming through her balcony sliding doors, and then she spotted a crack, snaking its way down the wall. “The ceiling, down,” she said. “When I see that, something inside of me said run because this building will collapse.” She then raced, barefoot, out of unit 611, where she had only moved into last December, and toward a staircase by the building’s elevators. “I start going down, fast, and I hear crack, crack, crack,” she said. “I start to scream, ‘Come on God, I want to see my son, I want to see my grandson. Don’t let me die in this condition.’” On her way down, while passing the fourth floor, she said she heard a thunderous noise.