I walk out of the classroom and feel a foggy mist wrap around my legs, the misty air press against my face. I walk undercover where the strong metal is nailed to a metal and plastic roof. Suddenly I realise, the cover ends, I look and see the dark uninviting grey cloud huddling together like barriers, not letting me escape. Will they take me....
I look around to see that there are no people walking or talking, no one.
They must of got them...... I start to panic so I run, and as I run a moist, wet droplet touches my skin. I felt another one and another one, until it was pouring with rain. I hear thunder and look up to see the dark grey clouds following me like a tiger hunting it's prey. The rain was like a jet engine roaring away and it felt like bullets raining down on me.
I dare not look back because I know they are following me, tracking me down like a guard dog chasing an intruder. I see my house and I run because my life depended on it. I run through the open gate and the open door. I'm safe. I realise, there was no family rushing to hug me, no family to scold me for going outside, there was no one there.
I collapse thinking of the door and gate, they must have got them too...I hear the echo of footsteps.
I was the only one in this ruined world, waiting for death. The echo is louder now, so I close my eyes and remember my family, in a better time, the time when they weren't here, as I shed my final tear.
