Not caring as I run out of the house in socks stepping in puddles. Not caring when the cold frosty air reaches my cut this, this is nothing, that scream is the only thing on my mind. Repeating itself over and over as though it's trying to translate it from a language I don't know. I dash through the wetness around me targeting the place the sound came from. I stop in disbelief. There in our neighbourhood park, the very tree we would play on the round tire swing, now turned into the suicide spot of four people. I plop on the ground forgetting about my cut as the glass shard slides further. I decide I can't procrastinate any longer. I hiss as I breathe the white air sharply while pulling the shard from my leg. Our little town Galena is turning into something else. Sometimes I stop to wonder how this is the town I called home. I look around as I see more GMH soldiers gaining more speed. “They're after me” I realize. I can't run nor can hide. Though that doesn't mean I can't try. I run away, away from my friends, my family, my life, my home. But only to stop after hearing the gunshots echo around. I dash back with not a single care in the world except to keep my friends and family safe. When I run back my mom screams at me. “Take your sister or else she'll have the same fate”. I grab her and tell my friends to come as well. We rush past the horrifying screams of everyone in the neighbourhood including mom and dad. I run as fast as I can running away from the screams. If I go back everything mom did for me would be in vain. I run allowing the tears to get caught in the past. I got to stay strong not only for my friends but for my sister. All clueless of the situation, not even able understand it. I need to get them somewhere safe. I run and run until I can't run. I'm falling I think confused. I hit something hard my vision goes in and out until I can't see anything at all and everything is just black.
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