I could hear people screaming for help left and right. It all scared me. This place was turning more and more into a horror film. Death, destruction, decay, skies turning gray, and cried fro the dieing were inescapable.
As I walked along the road, I was in awe. Some people could walk, some needed help, but most just crawled on the ground. I tried not to look at them. I felt a strange sorrow for them.
I stopped suddenly. MY CATS! I know I couldn't have thought about them, but I did. I ran to some stranded house and found some dog leashes with collars. I ran back to my house, rummaged through all the concrete and furniture, and called my cats' names. Surprisingly, I found them all uninjured. I attached the three collars to my three cats and tightened them. We started our walk towards Oviedo.
I probably looked silly walking around with cats on leashes, but I didn't care at all. People stared at me while I tried not to look at them. How could I be the only one being looked at? Did I stick out like a sore thumb? I mean there were others that could walk, but they were also injured. I wasn't.
There were people strewn across the dead end streets, and many lost. I saw little fires arising from wooden houses and structures. I remembered reading Hiroshimaand how there were tremendous fires. It was beginning. The terror they went through, people in Brevard were living it, too. I thought about how most of the people in the story tried to save people. I wanted to, but what would I do after I got them to safety if they were injured? I wasn't a doctor or anywhere near a doctor. I was lost.
People continued to call out for help to me. I wanted to save them so badly. So, I started out by helping people from wreckage. I tried to make sure they weren't heavily injured. If they were, I would be at a loss and feel terrible for leaving them in front of their homes to die.
"Help me! Help me! I am hurting!" someone cried from under a broken house.
"How badly injured are you? I think I could save you," I said kindly so they wouldn't lose hope.
"I think my arm might be broken. I'm not sue, but it is in extreme pain!"
"Where are you? I could pull you up by your uninjured arm."
"Here! I am over here!"
I pulled the person up by the arm that she was sticking up above the wreckage. It was difficult to pull the person up from the wreckage, so I moved some of the pieces of debris that I could. I couldn't believe, but it took me about an hour to help this person from the wreckage.
"Thank you so much! If there is anything I could do for you, anthing, I will do it!" it was a middle-aged women. She told me this was her vacation home. She came down here whenever she could. She loved Florida, but told me she might never come again after this experience. I didn't blame her.
"All I need to know is the time. Might you have it?" I asked hopefully.
"Um, judging by the sun, it's about twelve o' clock."
Did I mention she was a minor in time judgement?
"Thank you, so much. You can follow me, but the things I am doing you can't really do because of your arm. You might want to get a doctor for that," I suggested, looking at her arm with a wary look.
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Unexpected Change in Time
Short StoryThis is a story I had to write for my 10th grade English class. I really like it so I thought I would share it! We had read a book called Hiroshima. It was about the atomic bomb. We had to write a story about 'What if a hydrogen bomb hit Patrick Air...
