NARRATIVE STORY

The sound of people’s screams when the nuke hit. You could hear bones breaking people crying. As I was running to the bunker i saw a pool of blood around me and the burnt bodies that lied ahead. I made it with scars not scars on your body but on my head this scar will haunt me for the rest of my life.

With only darkness around you and fear all inside your body, the sound of water dropping from above. I heard people screaming for help but I was afraid to leave the safety of my bunker. I heard the screams of children and babies, I felt like a coward not to help.  

I could hear everything, explosion, buildings falling, and the walls around me shaking. I could not stand on my feet hearing the slaughter up above the ground. I heard voices I did not know what language they were speaking but then, I heard gun fires and screams.

I realised there was survivors above on the land. As I slowly opened the bunker doors I saw a figure, I realised he was holding a gun. I ran and ran for my life. I hid at the back of a crumbled building. I could see them through a hole in the walls of the broken building.

Full of fear and not knowing what to do, I paused for a moment then I turned to look through the hole if they were there. There was nothing, I turned back to a gun at my face. I pulled it forward to my head I heard a gun fire, I thought I had been shot and to my shock and relief I saw the light of a car. I opened my eyes to see my attacker on the ground. I saw a shadow of a person lowering his gun. He called me over and asked if I needed any help. Happiness filled up inside me, I knew i was saved. But still now those scars of fear still haunt my life.