Narrative Essay On I M Awoken

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I 'm awoken. I had thought heard something. The clock says 4:17 a.m. It’s still dark out, a sudden shaking, over quickly. Tremor is the first thing to pop in my mind. I turn on the television. There’s suddenly another one. The walls shake violently this time. A picture frame hits the ground. I wonder if these are just aftershocks. Have I slept through the worst of it? The news is on; earthquakes everywhere, Toronto, Los Angles, Paris, and Bangkok lay in ruins. I switch to another channel. Tokyo is gone, along with most other cities located on or near the world’s oceans, swept away by tsunamis. Another tremor hits this one more vicious than the last. Raucous outside my bedroom window, cars flooding the darken streets slamming …show more content…
More and more channels have switched over to news broadcasts. Tornadoes rip through the Midwest, Dallas, St. Louis, and Memphis all gone. The noise grows outside my window. What the hell is going on out there? Another tremor, my television blanks out, but then comes back on again quickly. There 's yelling going on in the corridors of my apartment building. I look out my window again, chaos. Broken water mains send torrential downpours down on the fleeing citizens. Gas lines have ruptured, geysers of fire stream out of manholes lighting up the roadways where the street lights have quit. I think I should leave. I 'll have to pack a bag. Rio de Janeiro, New Orleans, Hong Kong, and Sydney all destroyed by immense flooding, millions feared dead. Another round of shaking, a window shatters, and my bedroom wall cracks and crumbles open exposing the world beyond. Gun shots! Jesus Christ, I think. Even in a situation like this, people will still find a way to hurt one another. I grab a few sets of clothes, my keys, the small stash of emergency money I had hidden, and my wallet. I 'm out of here. I look out what was my window, now just an enormous hole in my wall. I can smell smoke and hear the cries of frightened people …show more content…
Everything is now off the air, just static. Peering out my door, I see that my neighbors in my building have the same idea. Luggage, bags, crying children litter the hallways. I walk on. I don 't have time for everyone else’s problems, I’m no hero. I 'm stopped by Mrs. Kridel, my neighbor. She hurt, bleeding badly from the head. She asks for help. I tell her, I can 't. I 've got to go. She begs, pleads, I look away so her image doesn’t haunt me. I keep moving. I 'm out the front doors of my apartment building, another tremor, this time massive. I watch a skyscraper collapse. It roars as it’s brought to its knees. Smoke and dust billow down the street, heading my way. I reminded of September 11th. Should I even bother with my car? All the streets are impassable. I decide to walk. Moving quickly, I pass scores of injured people, gagging, vomiting, bleeding, crying, and even dead. I keep walking. The bridge, I figure, is the best possible way of getting off the island. I head west. Another tremor, No! Another earthquake, and another building breaks in half, its top piece subsiding off the base and now lying in a crumpled mess on the streets

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