The sound of bombs rang in my ears as we ran towards the shelter. Dust flew into my face, and
the only thing guiding me was my mothers hand. I squinted, looking around. Dead bodies were
scattered, everywhere. I wanted to puke, to cry.. But I kept running. I tripped over someone's
arm, tumbling into my mom. We got back up quickly and kept running. My legs were so tired. I
could hardly move anymore. I heard screams coming from all around me, and planes overhead.
The ground shook again and again as more bombs collided with the earth. My backpack was
falling off my shoulder, and I was terrified of it falling off, for I would never see it again.
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Teen FictionFollow along as 8 teenagers escape the horrible prison like shelter they call home, and go on crazy adventures to survive in this messed up world. Watch out though, someone they know is after them.
