Godzilla destroys buildings

Suddenly, the towering concrete and glass building to their right seemed to burst apart.  Brian slammed the car in reverse and stepped on the gas.  The tires spun, but the car only shimmied.  Chunks of stone, shards of glass, and whole pieces of office furniture rained down on the street in front of them.
Some of the debris bounced off the skidding car.  Just then, the rubber caught the road, and the Toyota leaped backward.
It was not a moment too soon.
The huge front wall of the building hit the street with a deafening noise.  A fist-sized chunk of masonry struck the windshield, leaving a small diamond-shaped hole on the passenger side.
Brian continued to drive rapidly in reverse, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the crumbling building.  Finally, he lost control of the car.  The Toyota hopped the curb and sideswiped an orange payphone.  Brian slammed on the brakes and the engine stalled.
They watched, paralyzed, as Godzilla’s massive foot crashed down on the street where, moments before, their car had sat.  Almost casually, the monster brushed tons of rubble aside and slammed against the apartment complex on the opposite side of the street.
That building, too, crumbled like a house of cards.