Its cold. My vision is blurry, and a ringing in my ear made me dizzy. Keep running, I have to keep running. If I don't I will die. I hit a wall and fell to the ground. I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath. All of my comrades where dead and I was surly to be surrounded. If I wanted to get out alive I would have to move now, with being in such unforgiving conditions. I relentlessly stood up ones more and started to move down the hall way of a home that was now mostly rubble. Slowly my hearing came too, unfortunately I still could see close to nothing. I could smell smoke. A camp was probably near by. I kept walking until I bumped into something, from the sound of it the object had fallen to the ground.
"oww!" A woman's voice shouted after a thud. I then heard a gasp fallowed by what sounded like someone running away. "Are you with them?!" Her voice shook as she asked.
"them?" I asked before passing out.
(sample of it) anyone want me to continue?
I'm not dead yet...
The further you are sunk a lie, the more hurt you will be later when you hear the truth. It's harsh, but its reality. Someone has got to break it to you eventually, I choose to tell you early. Why? Because I care, Because I don't want you to suffer like others I have watched give up on everything