Chapter Two

JAWAD

Two days before

I kept on running in the burning hot sun, trying to escape from them, trying to find a way that can get me to the safe haven in one piece. My throat is dry and I can actually hear my stomach growling, but I can't give in. I'm getting closer to the safe haven and nothing will stop me from reaching it! I heard faint shot guns so I ran as fast as I could. There's no way in hell I'm gonna let them get me. They knew, they knew I could help them, they knew I could be useful- my train of thoughts is stopped by an inevitable pain spreading through my leg. A muscle contraction great! I put my hands on my knees and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding . Ignoring the pain in my leg, I continue running, and after what feels like ages I can finally see the safe haven from afar. My head is throbbing and I feel an unbearable burden on my heart, I scream my lungs out "HELP! HELP! PLEASE ". I can barely breathe, and I can feel myself being dragged in a black abyss away from the world. I tried screaming, but I was mute "Please''. I gave in to the pain and collapsed on the ground

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I open my eyes to face two eyes staring at me with worry.

"Can you hear me? '' a middle aged woman with raven hair asked.

I nodded.

I tried to lift my head but my neck was really hurting.

"You're okay don't worry, " the middle aged women assured me."What's your name?"

"Ja-jawad" I slurred.

"I'm Catherine." she beamed at me.

"Wha-what happened?" I asked. The last thing I remember was falling on the ground before I got to reach the safe haven.

"You got heat stroked, the security guys found you lying on the ground near the building , but don't worry you're fine and safe now Jawad. " the middle aged woman, or Catherine said.

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After two days of being here I'm feeling a lot better. I've met a really nice guy. His name is Brooklyn , his house was destroyed by one of the terrorist's attacks, and came here for shelter, pretty much like everyone else . He also has a little sister, well sort of , she is seventeen I think, and her name is Isabelle.

There's a lot of people in here, each with a different story that brought them to this place. This place was originally Traeger Park, but after the war, they transformed it into a safe haven. It's a three store building with pale blue walls. The two bathrooms are near the dining hall which has a big kitchen. Then there is an office where UN men and women usually sit, and a first aid group.

At about 6 am in the morning, the security brought a teenager who was shot in her shoulder. She was barely conscious, and they said that she was bleeding too much. I wanted to get up and see what was going on, but I was too tired, so I went back to sleep.

Author's Note

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[Kyle Wynn]

Once again, a very fun interesting read. It showed more of the world and still left some questions as to whats going on making me want to read even more. keep it up!

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