The Lost Haven

The Lost Haven ; Exposition

There was chaos, outside and inside every home dealing with violence, with burglary, home invasions, shootings, and fires. It's been this way ever since the earthquakes happened earlier in the year. Everyone has been on edge, worried, stressed, just hoping that nothing else happens to deter their hopes(that they have left).

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I didn't know what to do when i woke up, all i knew was we had to go, and we had to hurry. "Where is my bag?" Asked Julian, as he was hurrying to leave. I could hear the bombs going off as i was awakening. Standing tall and lean, with long black hair, black jeans, and an old blazer he was quite handsome and kept clean considering the events.

"Help me find my things!" He said, panicking to get out the doorway of his bedroom. The house has been a mess since a few months ago, after dad mom left.

"Forget it, I found it". "I'm coming, don't worry. I'll be outside in a moment". He then proceeded to go outside, although he did not expect to see as many explosions, fire, and anarchy as he did. The bursts of gunfire got shorter and shorter as they started running down the street. They could hear the roar of a vintage V8 engine coming from behind, and to their surprise it was their neighbors whom of which were shooting small compact pistols and dropping shell casings all down the road.

"We're almost there." spoke his younger, more mature sister, Brieanna with long dirty blonde hair, average build, round spectacles, and recently 14. She could see a tall metal structure with a large portion of it missing from the bottom half of the 40 foot fence. As they were running towards it, slipping, sliding, and getting dirty, they heard the bomb siren ring again, and hid inside for cover in what seemed like an old freight car. Before they could react to the near explosions, one bomb blew it at least 50 feet into the air, throwing them threw a small building, and Julian sustained an arm fracture. Through the immense pain and despair they both panicked and managed to make a split out of spare metal bar in the car rubbage, along with his ripped blazer sleeves to relieve pressure.

"ugh, damn it hurts" exclaimed Julian as he tightened the knot around his arm. Brie tried her best to help him with the pain ; they had meds for it, but only advil. Being as careful as he could be, he got up after consuming 5. 50 mg tablets of advil, and they continued on their way through the disaster that was their neighborhood, through the train tracks, and broken houses. The two of them just kept hearing the dying screams of all the people around them, but it didn't help to hear the last words of their next door friend Muriel, as she was gasping for air from a cut artery, with blood spilling everywhere, "Help..help me, please" through her raspy voice. "I can't move", Julian reacted quite hesitant on how to approach her with his knees giving him such uncertainty.

He froze instantly, "I..i'm so sorry Muriel. I would have helped you if we could have and had the opportunity to". She carefully reached for his face, and as she did the slightest of words escaped her lips, "it's okay child..it's..okay". And there it was ; she left them, a life long friend gone from a terrible accident that could not have been prevented but could be changed if people have the initiative to. After the whole ordeal Brie and Julian were feeling quite famished and really needed to stop and eat, but through all the ruckus of leaving and getting away, they forgot to pack any canned goods or anything at all. The thought of scavenging came to their minds, even though they knew there wasn't much to go around now.

Frantically panicking about the situation at hand, Brie ran around to the destroyed houses all around them, screaming "It's all gone! I can not find a thing Julian". He reacted quite fiercely and remembered he had one can of beans in his bag still from the last time this happened, but this was real, and they weren't going to have another chance again.