I woke up, but I couldn't see, the rubble of our house was blocking all the light. I called out for mum and dad but my voice was gone. My throat hurt and I was having trouble breathing, I was so thirsty. I rolled over, some of the rubble was crushing my legs but it was just plaster which is rather light.
I couldn’t smell anything other than the toxic smoke.
I pushed up on the rubble and moved as much as I could manage. It wasn’t until I tried to move my legs that I noticed that I couldn't feel my right foot. I bent in to take a better look and noticed that a piece of metal was sticking out of my ankle. The blood and plasma had formed a crusty seal around its edges but I couldn't feel that foot, I knew something was wrong with it.
I crouched staying stable only by leaning on what was left of a wall. I pushed up on more of the debris and a tiny string of light pushed through a gap and blinded me for a second.
As my eyes readjusted I could see a little better now that the light had brightened the space I was in. The rubble of my house formed a cavern around me. However the houses were made with light materials for cases like this. With a bit more effort I managed to make a gap big enough to crawl through.
As I peaked over the rubble, I looked around at the desolation around me. There was not a full wall in sight. I couldn't hear any more bombs, or jets, so I crawled around a bit trying to find something. What could I be trying to find? I have no idea, I’m just looking; looking for something that could make everything okay.
I found nothing…
