This is a new storyline I"m working on. Ideas and comments welcomed.
The sky was gray. That wouldn't have been odd had it actually been cloudy. But it had been a sunny day, very bright and warm, this morning. And it looked almost like it was snowing. Not directly above me but off in the distance I could clearly see small specks falling from the sky. That was very odd, considering it was April and we hadn't had any snow at all this year. What had happened to cause all this? I remembered the planes and the bombs and everyone running around screaming but I couldn't remember why I was lying on the ground. I was very tired and my head hurt, there seemed to be no harm in just resting for a few minutes... Just as my eyelids were closing I heard someone call out my name.
"Megan! Megan can you hear me?"
The voice sounded male and seemed very familiar but I couldn't place it. They continued to call but I didn't answer back. I seemed to at least know I didn't want this person to find me. It sounded like the person was getting farther and farther away so I decided it was safe to get up. Slowly, so as to not strain my aching body I raised my self on my elbows. Carefully I looked around.
I was lying in a small divet in a mountain of rubble. Bits of wood, cement, rock and plaster completely covered the ground. A loose wire was sparking a few feet away. The sorry-looking base of a house was nearby, as were a few other small structures that looked like they had once been homes as well. Farther in the distance there were partially destroyed homes but everything around me had been flattened out. Thinking back to the planes I realized a bomb must've been dropped near here. Warily I scanned the sky again but there was no aircraft in sight.
I cautiously stood up and looked around again but I seemed to be the only other person around here. Picking no particular direction I set off that way. I had to constantly go around large pieces of rock or sharp metal and kept stepping over more rubble. Soon I discovered I was not the only person there, I was just the only one who was alive and moving around. Walking around the second body I'd come across, I caught the sound of sirens. Of course the police and ambulances would be arriving soon. They couldn't just leave everyone there without even checking to see if they were alive. Briefly I considered just waiting here until the EMTs came but I decided it was best just to keep moving.
It took several more minutes to get out of the field of rubble and into an area where the destruction was less complete. Bits and pieces of things were still laying about but it was easier to walk now that there was an actual road. Houses were half gone with only parts of the first floors still standing. Whatever caused the collapse of these houses also caused them to explode outwards as furniture, pictures and other house decorations were littered across the sidewalks. Although I wasn't really sure where to go, I thought it would be best to find other people, so I headed towards the sirens and flashing lights in the distance. I hadn't gotten far when a young firefighter ran out from behind a large pile of debris and towards me.
"Hey! Are you all right? What happened to your head?" he asked upon reaching me.
"My head..." I hadn't realized there was anything wrong with my head, although that would explain the headache. Instinctively I reached a hand up to my forehead but the fireman grabbed my wrist before I felt anything.
"Don't touch it." he warned. Reaching down he opened what looked like a medical bag and pulled out some bandages and a cloth. "Here," he said handing me the cloth, "Press that to your head. We'll need to get you stitch..."
An incredibly loud BOOM! interrupted him mid-sentence. Grabbing my arm he yanked me into a crouch and covered my head as the air filled with fire and shrapnel. As we stood back up, I turned around to see firemen all running towards a building now engulfed in blazing flames. The fireman with me swore. He turned to look at me. "Look I've got to go help them, you need to get somewhere safe. You should probably head that way," he pointed the direction I'd been heading. "There are people there who will help you. Take the bandages and go." He shoved me off down the road. As he ran towards the fire he called back. "Go find your parents!"
I watched them fight the fire for a few minutes before I continued walking. Pressing the now blood-soaked cloth to my head I thought about what the firefighter had said. "go find your parents!" You should probably do that, I told myself, only thing was I couldn't actually remember my last name or my parents names so that wasn't really going to help. Deciding to worry about that later and walked away from the chaos and into even more chaos.
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