The End of Times Part VII
I slammed as hard as I could on the iron door. No one answered. I decided to at least spend the night here. Possibly later, these people might come out to see who was here. I found the living room somewhat to my liking. I spread out on the floor and used my jacket as a pillow. Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep asleep. What seemed like hours later, I awoke to the sounds of explosions. I ran to the window. Out in the night sky, were dozens of bombers dropping their small but deadly black bombs on our area. What was going on?! I couldn’t run. There was nowhere to go. I ran back to the iron door. I screamed louder than I ever had before. Someone please answer me!
The door was flung open and I was knocked unconscious. I later awoke to a dim light in my face. It hurt to open my eyes. I could hear whispers around me. There was a throbbing in my right temple. I couldn’t make out their words. It was all a blur. The last thing I could remember was being knocked out by that iron door. In the distance I could hear the pounding of bombs slamming into the earth. I knew I had to get myself up. I knew wherever I was could not have been too safe. I couldn’t make out exactly how far away the blasts were. But I knew it was only a matter of time before they reached me. And what were these whispers around me? They were incessant.
