I stood and could hear people clapping. I climbed down. "We're gonna set off, do you have any more of that xylophine." He shook his head. He then said, "You should go fast, many are saying that it was unfair you were aloud 'salvation' and loads of others weren't." "Where did you put all the frozen?" "Along way from here don't worry, we'll be fine." I did a joke salute and everyone dived into two cars. One we arrived in, the other they gave us. All ten of us in one car was cramp. We set off. "Wait!" he said running to us, "Here." It was our B-B's. We waved and set off.
The route we took was a steep uphill climb and once we got to the top it felt like it had been an age. "Where are we going?" Arnold asked. "I don't know." I spoke into a walkie-talkie, "Henry, where are we heading?" "Not sure, should we veer back to the village and see if there's anyone on the way back?" "I think so."
Flying through the hedges we looked left and right. "Stop!" Both cars skidded to a halt. "Do you know who that is?" I was asked through the walkie-talkie. "Oh, wait, that's Martin." We pulled over. "Martin?" He looked around, looking almost asleep. "Oh. Hi." He said dizzily. "Do you want a lift?" He nodded but still didn't look okay. "Come on then."
Once we were in the car it took Martin a while to put on his seat belt but eventually we were off.
When we got into the village you could tell that the tornado had been dreadful. Bodies and shrapnel littered the streets and all around were houses almost unrecognisable to their original format. The bodies of the frozen looked like action figures, discarded by a child. As I looked around I hoped I would see some sign of life, something that would give me hope. Sadly there was nothing.
We drove towards the old camp. "Wait, look, there's a car!" "So what?"
"That's the car that Otto was in!" I was a bit confused, that was the group Martin had been with. "Do you think they are at the old camp?" "Probably, we should go there." We began our short journey.
