Entry #2- The main survivors

Robby is one of the survivors. He lives through all of the destruction but is still in a state of shock. So many thoughts are rushing through his head as he is in this state of utter confusion. How did this happen? What even happened? Who else survived? Are my parents alive? Robby is a 14 year old boy. He had just been enjoying his summer break alone in his house when this disaster struck. His parents had both been a couple miles down the road at work. He rummaged through the mess of fallen bookshelves, broken beds, piles of debris, and what had once been treasured items that now looked like a mess of junk. "What am I supposed to do now?", Robby asked to himself. He first looked for his phone so he could call and see what he should do and who all even survived this tornado because he had no idea how he even was still alive. Robby searched for about 10 minutes before finding it under a pile of broken furniture. But when he attempted to call his dad there was no cell service. So Robby made his way out of the house to go look at the mess of the streets and the other houses. When he finally climbed over and under the destruction of his house he made it out to see that the streets looked just as bad as his house did. When he got outside Robby started to smell something in the air. It smelled like chemicals. But he suddenly forgot about the smell when he finally saw someone else who was struggling to get out of her house.

Robby saw the person struggling to make their way through the debris, so without thought, he quickly made his way to the house across the street; but who he found was not the person he was hoping for. His foot wedged between what was left of a couch and a wooden beam that had fallen, there laid Robby’s worst enemy, Travis Collins, spread out across the ground trying to free himself. All through grade school, Travis had found any way possible to try and make Robby’s life a living hell and most times, he succeeded. With these Robby slowly made his way toward Travis, trying himself not to get stuck in the clutter that laid among what was left of the house. With the scarring memories fluttering through his mind, Robby slowly made his way towards the stuck boy and as soon as Travis spotted him, he instantly started begging for help. Robby asked himself, “Should I help the boy who made my life miserable?” To be the bigger person or walk away? With this question in mind, Robby knew he had to do the better thing in his heart. With this in mind he made his way towards the boy and without saying a word, began to push the beam as hard as he could until finally Travis’s leg was free. “Thanks….” Was the only word Travis could manage to spit out. “What the heck happened?” Robby said. “Geez idiot, you think I know? Come on, it’s better to go together than alone”, said Travis. “Where are we going?”, Robby asked and the look on Travis’s face gave him the only answer he needed. And with that, the two boys began walking down the road of what remained of their neighborhood in hopes of finding someone or something that could give them some sort of answer.

Emily woke up to someone crying. It wasn’t close, but it was close enough to hear. She tried to get up, but it seemed that her left wrist had failed her and she crashed to the ground feeling the pain rushing through her body. What in the world? What happened to my arm? Then all of a sudden, it hit her. She walked here with Harley. “Harley? Harley, where are you?” Emily called out to her daughter. She forgot about the pain for a second and started to look all around her among the debris outside the Lonesfield Hospital where she worked as a nurse. There were bodies strewn everywhere, but Emily’s thoughts were only on her 3 year old daughter. “HARLEY!” She finally screams hoping that her beautiful red-headed little girl will call out and everything will be alright. She doesn’t. Then she hears footsteps coming her way. Emily looks up immediately to find Jamie walking to her with tears in his eyes. Jamie was part of the only African American family in Lonesfield. Emily knew them well since she was the family’s favorite nurse. “Ms. Emily are you ok?” he said trying to hold back the tears. He tried so hard for a 17-year old boy, but his next few words made him break down into uncontrollable sobs, “My family is gone.” He falls to Emily. Emily tries to hold back a sob and tries to hold him, but then the pain hits her again and she lets out a tiny shriek. Jamie jumps. He was not expecting that. She can’t take the pain any longer. “Jamie,” she says, “my wrist is broken and I need your help. Can you do that?” He nods his head. “Ok, I need you to help me stand up so we can find something to help with my wrist.” He helps her up and Emily tries to look around her once again to try to find her little girl, “Have you seen her, Jamie?” Jamie has a look of confusion, “Who?” She becomes more frantic looking around her, “My little girl, Harley. You know her Jamie. She’s three years old with beautiful red hair. She was wearing the little red jumper that your mom had given her for her birthday.” Jamie shakes his head, “No, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her,” his voice cracks as he tries to look around as well, “But we need to get you inside to help with your hand before we can go looking for her, ok?” Emily nods with a tear rolling down her cheek. “Ok, thank you Jamie.” They head into the hospital not knowing what they will find, but with hope that they will find someone who is still alive and who may know what had happened.