Losing everything was just the beginning. in only a couple of minutes my world turned upside down; nothing could have stopped it. 'Thousands dead and millions missing," echoed the radio before the signal was lost. 'Help... please.....Help me!" The screeching cry of a young girl got tremendously louder. I saw her, limping along - she needed help. with what little strength I had in me I raced hastily after the light blondish locks that bounced of her back. Not noticing at first, but the girl was picking up the pace: it was a struggle to keep up with her- I lost her.
Bang! an unfamiliar sound of a wooden door slamming rang in my ears. It was so strange. I haven't seen either a human being or a man made structure since the disaster and today I didn't only see one but both. I stared at the door admiring its robust appearance. Questions bubbled in my head; as the sturdy door stood there, crumbling bricks fell on either side of the door. Gleaming, rosy red sprinkles glistened in the suns rays' from the lid of a petite box which sat unclaimed on the step of the door.
The alien door squeaked a crack open - strange. I circled the door; scoping the area like a dog stalking a piece of juicy meat. One side of the door you were actually able to see a door and the other... there was no door. As I bent down and peered into the little gap the door presented I was able to hear heavy, deep breathing.
Yank! I was in. There was no going back. The door was shut and the it was dark.
'Who are you?" demanded a husky voice.
"The name's Will, Will Tamour to be exact," was all I could say with the little confidence I held dear.
"State your contention!" replied the man interrogatively.
"I was looking for the injured blonde girl," I solemnly responded."i saw her run in this direction, i wasn't fast enough to catch up with her and i lost her, then i saw this door."
"What did she look like?" asked the husky man.
"blonde, around eleven, i think," i replied.
"Was she calling for help?" the husky man asked.
"Yes, is she in here with us?" i instinctively asked.
"No, she's not," retorted the man. "Your trapped."
"What?" i frantically spoke.
"Did you grab the box?" the husky man asked quickly.
"No! you dragged me in here before i had the chance!" i yelled back at him.
"oh, no...your...you...are...so... screwed," the man said with much restrain
