Surviving Life: Chapter Three

People. I thought to myself. I rushed out of my car and dashed to the sight of the crash. Screw being alone. People could have survived that.

As I approached the crash site, I heard shouting and screaming. I saw shapes moving erratically away from the plane, clumped together, dragging one another away from the flames. The ashen bodies wept and pleaded for help. And help them I would.

I ran to the first person I passed and grabbed their hand; it was a young boy, no more than twelve years old, his blonde hair was covered in soot and he squinted his green, bloodshot eyes. I led him to the SUV “Wait here! I’m going back.” I told him as he collapsed against the door.

More people were running away from the plane “Come with me!” I shouted at them “Please, follow me!” several people approached me and allowed me to lead them back to the SUV.

“What happened? Why did we crash?” they were asking, their panicked tones rising, repetitively begging me for answers that I did not have.

“I don’t know why your plane crashed,” I began “There was a nuclear explosion about an hour ago, that probably has something to do with it.”

“Why?” One of the women screamed at the notion.

“I don’t know, miss” I shook my head as I shepherded the small crowd of survivors back to the SUV.

There were now ten of us. We gathered ourselves into the vehicle, the young boy sat on the lap of one of the female survivors in the very back of the SUV. “Where are you taking us?” one of the men asked.

I stared at the wheel, unsure of where to go “Where do you want to go?”

Everyone was silent, no one knew what they wanted, there was nothing to be had. “You said there was an explosion?” the man reiterated.

“Yes, about an hour ago.” I nodded my head.

“Did the government announce an evacuation center?”

“I don’t know; I was out camping.”

4bae2One woman groaned “Let’s just get to a town, there has to be someone alive that knows what’s going on.”

There were sounds of agreement being made throughout the vehicle. “Alright, we’re about two hours from the nearest town.” I started the engine “Look out for any more survivors.”

“What do we do if we find anyone else?” the woman asked.

“We help them.” I told her.

“We have nothing to give them.” The man said.

I shrugged and began to drive “We’ll figure it out as we go along.”


Author: Olivia Dudley

Junior in college studying digital communications. Traveler, writer, amateur photographer, animal lover, hard worker.

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