I see Hurricane Nathan coming at us really quickly, blowing cars and people out of the way as if they were sand. "Run!" Mason Screamed. All you could hear was screams smashing your ear drums and wind rushing past them. I motion Emma and Miguel to hurry up and run away, Mason was already blocks away. Nathan came closer and closer as I tried to look for a way not to die. All that came up in my mind was sticking to a pole and hoping for the best. I ran to a big light pole and hung tight. I wasn't that worried for the others considering Emma and Mason were really far away. But Miguel...Miguel was still close to the bridge. "Hurry up! What's wrong with you?!" I panicked as Miguel slowly ran towards me. I could only watch, hanging on to a pole for dear life, as i watched my best friend be jerked to the side by the hurricane and splashed to pieces into a building. The wind pulling the tears out of my eyes and legs off of the pole, I realize what it's like to watch your friend die and to know you're next. My arms are ripped off the pole and I know i'm dead. In the air, from instinct and reflex, i dodge a few metal poles and trees to make sure my death isn't painful. Everything is moving way too fast but I just do whatever feels right. I straighten up to crash with something but I just black out. I feel nothing..................am I dead? It didn't hurt...good. This isn't what i expected but I'll take it. My eyes open once again. I look around, i see an isolated room that looks desolate and hospital-like. "Aren't i dead?" I ask away into the nothingness. "Must be hell." I guess. I get up, feeling taller than usual. I feel my face, is that a beard? I start panicking and i slam through the doors. The hallway is the same as the room, lonely and hospital-like. I run down to the double-doors and kick them open. "What...?"
*A barren city, broken down and rusted, full of military-equipped teenagers.*
"Oh, you woke up?" said the nearest stranger. He looked familiar but I just didn't recognize him. "Who are you?" I asked desperately. "I'm David Mendez." He replied as if it was obvious. What? From my class? He barely looks like him. "What's the date?" I say, hesitantly. "9/20/2020." Fuck. It's been 4 years?
"Welcome, Newbie."
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Guns and Loyalty or Friends and Love?
ActionHello, my name is Adam, and if you're reading this, then i have either succeeded or i am dead. 4 years ago, my middle school class went on a trip, and on our way back, we were interrupted by Hurricane Nathan, the hurricane responsible for the apocal...
