Dale-Personal Narrative

A plume of black smoke erupted from the front of the car, causing Dale to pull over. He parked the rust-covered vehicle on the side of the road and stepped onto the sand, obvious frustration covering his face. He walked around to the front of the car and cracked the rusted hood upwards, a giant explosion of smoke and the deafening grind of metal against metal filling the air.
Dark clouds loomed over the gloomy hellscape, casting an array of shadows down onto the sandy plains. He stretched his back, looking out into the desert stretching endlessly into the distance. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a mist of sand kicked up behind a dune. He knew that this was too small of a disturbance to be a sandstorm. He also knew that, without a working car, the situation that would follow is not one that he would want to be in. …show more content…
There were two cars, each holding two people. Dale needed to know how to play this out. There was no negotiation anymore. After the world was reduced to this endless wasteland, all of its inhabitants were reduced with it. People deformed into mindless beasts, losing their sense of humanity. If they desired something, they would simply kill anyone they needed to get it. Dale was an exception. He had persisted through this change, keeping control of his mind and his principles. He had sworn to never harm a person unless his life was at stake, because then he himself would risk turning to a life of