We climb through rubble and bodies looking for people that are alive as we go. I help Sophia round up a large group of people that haven’t been injured to help us sort through the crowds.

“All of you go with these two doctors and look for any adults that have a chance of surviving and get them into the hospital, if they’re in a really bad state there is nothing we can do now.” I say and they leave.

“Everyone in this group will come with us and find any children or infants that can be helped. We want to help as many as possible but if their injuries look critical and they have lost a lot of blood we won’t be able to do anything to help them.” Sophia says as she gulps knowing that we are about to go decide whether children and infants live or die.

“If you find anyone of any age and they ask for your help, please do not ignore them because we are looking for children and infants, still assess their wounds and injuries.” I shout and we all divide as we enter the crowds of people.

My hands are cut and blistered from moving rubble looking for anyone alive that we may be able to help, every piece of rubble I lift hurts my hands more but I try not to think about it and I continue to search the crowds. Suddenly I see a young girl crying for help and I run towards her climbing over the rubble that stands in my way.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s ok, I’m going to help you.” I say and she nods as she continues to cry in pain.

“My leg is stuck.” She says and I try to lift the rubble that is on her leg but it’s too heavy.

“I’m going to get some help, ok.” I say and she grabs my hand.

“Don’t leave me on my own.” She cries and I look around but no one is near enough to hear me shout for help through all the screams.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” I stand up leaving the girl that must be only 7 or 8 and finally I find someone.

"She's just over here." I shout to the man behind me, climbing over rubble and bodies as I go. As I get closer to where the girl is lying I get a sense that something isn't right. She is no longer screaming but laying still, too still. I stop in front of her and notice a large brick resting on her stomach that wasn't there before.

"No." I breathe and bend down next to her, trying to find any signs of life.

"Miss, this girl is dead." The man behind me says. 

"I know that! Don't you think I know that? She was fine 5 minutes ago and now she's dead because I didn't stay with her." I shout at him and his face falls.

"I'm sorry miss." He says and I suddenly realise he can't be much older than 17. He's just a boy.

"Just, Just go and see if anyone else needs help." I say standing up and he nods and runs through the debris.

I look up at the sky and notice that the sun is starting to set and I don't think I've ever seen something meant to be so beautiful look so daunting. I start to make my way back to the hospital and I suddenly catch my foot on a loose pipe and fall to the ground, grazing my cheek as I land. I groan and reach up to my cheek, when I pull it away I notice blood on my hand.

"Damn it." I say and begin to push myself up from the floor, scraping my hands even further.



I run back to the hospital and grab a bag and fill it up with anything I can grab so I can help people still outside. I’m about to leave and I see a notepad and pen on the side and I grab it. I look inside and it hasn’t yet been used on one side I write “SENT TO HOSPITAL” on the back I write “DEAD or FATAL” I run outside, instead of just searching for life, I’m searching the dead. I check their pockets for wallets. For every person I find with a wallet that is dead I write their name in the back of the book. I ask the fatal people for their names and I write them in the back of the book. Families should get to know whether their husband, wife, mother, father, son and daughter are alive or dead, this will make it easier to know that.

I see a young boy about 7 lying on the floor screaming. “Hey, it’s going to be ok, can you tell me your name?” I ask.

“John Frank.” He says and I quickly jot it down.

“Where hurts John?” I ask.

“My back!” He says through his sobs and I move him slowly onto his side to see a large piece of brick wedged into his back.

“I can’t feel my legs!” He screams and I grab hold of his hand as the blood pours from his body. I know that he isn’t going to make it, I know I should move on and help others that have a chance of surviving but I can’t leave him alone.

“I’m so tired.” He says and slowly the tears stop falling.

“It’s ok to go to sleep John.”

“Will you lay down with me?” He asks and I feel a lump in my throat and I nod and lie down beside him. It isn’t at all long before his eyes fall shut and I sit back up and pull out the notebook from the bag and cross his name out and write it in the back. “16. John Frank - Dead.” I write and I close the book and look up to see another man lying on the floor, I can’t tell whether he is dead or alive and I approach him.

“Noah? Oh my god. No, no no, please be alive.” I throw myself on the floor looking for any signs of life and suddenly he moves and a sigh of relief passes through my body.

“Blondie?” He says and I let out a small laugh.

“Are you ok?” I ask and he nods as he stands back up.

“Yeah, I think so. I have no idea what happened. I remember being shoved and then waking up to you in my face crying.” He says and I narrow my eyes.

“I thought you were dead. I already had to tell Evelynn that you weren’t alive once, I don’t feel like doing it again.” I say and a small smile creeps onto his face.

“It’s good to see you care, blondie.” He taps me on the head and we walk over the rubble searching and assessing other people. It’s beginning to get dark and eventually the crowds become smaller, a majority of the people out here now are either dead or are searching for those that may be alive.

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