Personal Narrative: The Day I Go Back In America

Let me go back to when it all began I jolted awake as a blood curdling howl pierced the bitter cold air. What started out as a seemingly relaxed hiking trip turned into 3 days of pure, adreneline driven, survival, when a pack of ravenous, blood-thirsty gray wolves started hunting me. I thought I had lost them when I jumped 3 and a half meters across an almost bottomless ravine going a mile in either direction. I don't know how they caught up to me, but now was not the time to think about that. I cautiously looked to my left and then to my right. A streak of silver blurred across the black, mountainous, backdrop. I rubbed my eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on me. Mount Huang could be very treachorous during the winter, but as long as you had a fire, you could stay warm enough to survive, barely. This was not one of those times. The windy forests and cold air would extinguish any fire before it really got started. Almost at the same time I thought the howl was a dream, another cut through the cold midnight air. It almost seemed... yes, it was …show more content…
I was in the Dallas area as an exchange student. I was watching a tv in a coffee shop, and the unthinkable happened. For weeks before the incident happened, tensions between the Japanese government and the Chinese based conglomerate, Black Canyon Research, had been escalating rapidly. They had an experimental research facility in Osaka, Japan. They were testing an experimental gas for warfare that was supposedly 25 times more powerful than VX nerve gas, and 200 times more powerful than Sarin gas. Employees had reported that the containment tanks were leaking. The government had shown up and told them to shut down their research and destroy all the gas, but they didn't. They finally hired mercenaries to keep the Japanese government away. It was to the point that the scientists and staff couldn't leave the building. Then I woke