“RUN!!” I yelled, as I heard the air raid sirens going off. I knew we had to get to the bomb shelter before anything happened. Air raid sirens were going off and fear was overcoming my body already. I was shaking badly, as I had put on my hazard suit, and as I ran, I could feel my legs shaking which was causing me to run slower. I had my little boy with me, and my little girl. We were running as fast as our legs could carry us- well my legs were carrying me and my little girl. She was only almost three years old, and probably had no idea what was going on. Everyone else was running towards the bunker, and I was scared for my life at the moment, but even more so for my young children. I couldn’t let anything happen to them. My heart was racing, and I was shaking so much because I was so scared. My mind was not in the same place my body was. I was thinking of all the bad things that could happen, and all the scenarios were going through my head. Our neighbor had told us this would happen, but I guess I didn’t really believe him. I was in doubt, but now I knew that he was extremely right, and I should have realized that sooner. Maybe we would be better prepared, or even further away from this place right about now if I had listened to him. I saw a few other people running with us. I let my son go in front of me, so he could get in the shelter first and I know he would be okay. He couldn’t carry his little sister, so she stayed with me. I was hoping she would be okay with me. I was about out of breath, but I kept pushing myself to go. I was freaking out, looking around at all the people’s faces that shown their fear. I wondered what mine was showing now- probably a lot of fear, even though I wanted to stay strong- I didn’t think that was going to work too well. I was worried that we wouldn’t make it to the shelter in time, but I was trying to keep the faith that we would. I was getting cold chills, and it was the middle of summer. Running towards the bunker, I was almost here, but still had so much doubt. My mind was racing with all the different possibilities. Not getting to the bunker, and feeling all the force and heat that came with the explosion. The fear of maybe tripping and being too late. What if only one person got in and the rest of us faced terrible deaths, what if none of us got in? I was having so many different and terrifying fears running through my mind. I was freaking out so much, my eyes were probably wide, tears were almost coming from my eyes and running down my cheeks, and my hair was probably everywhere from running. I could hear people screaming, and their conversations about if their families would make it or not. People were crying and yelling. I could hear children crying for their parents. It really was sad, but it was happening right now, a very sad day for the USA. I suddenly remembered another day that was sad for our little family.
We were all sitting outside on a clear blue day, there at the picnic table in the backyard of our old home. The weather was perfect just as the setting. Me and John, my husband, were on one side eating hamburgers and drinking lemonade, while Ishmael was playing with our dog in the grass. Cars were going past on the street beside us. We would each wave, and every time someone would pass they would wave back. Henry was throwing a ball to Kit-Kat- that was the name of our dog, because he loved to steal Kit-Kats off the counter when he was a pup- and he would go and get it, then take it back to Ishmael. It was an adorable sight. John had his arm around my shoulders, like he did on one of our dates to the drive in movie in his car. I took a sip of lemonade and looked over to Ishmael. He threw the ball to Kit-Kat and she jumped up to catch it, but instead it bounced it off her nose and over Ishmael’s head. He turned and went after the ball, while Kit-Kat ran past him, even faster. The little green ball was heading straight for the road, where there was a black and red car speeding up the street. John jumped up. “KIT-KAT, No girl, stop!” He started yelling, and I yelled “ISHMAEL, STOP.” He looked over at me and slid to a stop, while Kitkat kept going. She didn’t hear us, and John was to late getting ahold of her before it happened. I hurried to Ishmael. I could see the fear on his face as I took him inside, he couldn’t take his eyes off of where John was kneeling down in the road- where Kit-Kat now lay. The red and black car had stopped, and was getting out as we closed the door behind us to the house. John came running in and grabbed the car keys. He was off to take Kit-Kat to the vet. I stayed at home with Ishmael and got him to help me cook super.
I had lost him. Where was he, my little boy? This wasn’t good. I started panicking. I had lost him in the crowd, and was a little scared now, because he wasn’t in my sight anymore. I didn’t see him anywhere , and there were so many people around me now. I guess I had slowed down while remembering that day. I was shaking on that day, and today was even worse. I started running again, getting through the crowd and trying to find my little boy. I was pushing through people, when suddenly I got pushed back and fell. I twisted myself to where my little girl fell on me, and my back hit the ground. I was out of breath for a moment while people went around me. I got up and caught my breath. My little girl was looking up at me with frightened eyes. I picked her up and started running once again. This was crazy, I almost lost my little girl, I have lost my little boy, and I’m scared and shaking more than ever right now. It was very bad. My head was not in the right place, and my body didn’t want to be in this place, my mind didn’t wanna be in this place- no one in this town wanted to be in this place, probably. A few people were falling down and getting held back, while I was trying to get through everyone. I could see the gates ahead of us. Not many people were getting through. Were the gates locked, or were there too many people trying to get through all at once? I had no idea. I heard people screaming, and I saw people crying. You could feel the sadness, and sense the fear. It wasn’t a good feeling at all. I was wondering when the bomb would hit, and when that dreadful cloud would appear and signal the end of us all. We needed to get into that bunker and get to safety before anything else happened. I should really learn to listen to people and trust my instincts more, if I make it through this. War will never change a thing, but then again, people will also never change. They want to destroy the problem, rather than sorting the problem out. War will never fix any of problems this world has.
I had a feeling I was not going to make it. I had a feeling none of us would make it, there were too many people. I got to the front of the crowd, and still couldn’t find my son. The gates were locked, and time was ticking down. “There is no way out of this world”, I was thinking. None of us would be getting out of this anytime soon. I was looking around frantically, while all these thoughts swirled through my mind. Then I saw him, Ishmael, my little boy. He had gotten through the gates, and was running towards the bunker- then it happened, the bunker doors shut, just as the gates had opened and he had gotten in. I took off to the bunker, and pulled on the door. It wouldn’t open. There was no budging those doors. Some of the men tried opening the doors. Nothing. Nothing happened with them, people were banging on them, and people were yelling. We couldn’t get in though, nothing was going to work. At least my little boy was safe, though. I hugged my little girl tight while tears rolled down my cheeks. This was it, this was the end, but I was going to die happy, because my little boy was okay. But then again, my little girl was going to have to face a terrible death. A death no child should face, but a death that was going to happen to all of us now. I really had no clue what to do anymore, there was no more fighting to try and survive, there was nothing more. I felt helpless and empty right now. I leaned against the building and slid down, setting my little girl down, and then hugging her. She probably didn’t even know what was going on, but she was crying as well. We sat there hugging and crying. I looked around through the tears, seeing so many women and children crying. So many were looking to the sky, looking for God to protect us, but there was no response. It was like we were all completely alone, and no one was able to or going to help us. We were all completely doomed.
We all looked up about the same time. We heard the zooming of a plane coming our way. Coming to bring our death. It was like the reaper flying through the sky, and killing us all at once. I hugged my little girl tighter, knowing we only have a couple more minutes. It dropped, and a huge BOOM was heard. We seen the white mushroom cloud coming up. It was almost like slow motion. Slowly it came up, and got bigger at the top. It was actually pretty in a way, a warm day, the colors in the sky. Just think, in a few minutes no one will be here, and everything will be ash. All things will be gone around us, but we won’t know because we will be gone along with our precious town we all grew up in. It was sad, but I actually stopped crying, my little girl still clung to me and I was still holding her tightly. I was wishing she didn’t have to go through this, but I just had to hope that God will take care of her when she gets to him. She was still crying, her tears wetting my shirt. I still held tight though, as she clung to me tighter and tighter. The force of the nuclear bomb came, pushing us all back a little. The heat came as well, burning our skin. I could hear people screaming, and my little girl was one of them. It brought tears to my eyes once again, but I don’t think any were going to come out. They were burning my face instead, bubbling inside my eyes almost. The pain was unbearable, and we were all going through it. The heat was burning our skin off, and my thoughts we on my children. Hoping my little boy survived, and hoping my little girl didn’t have to suffer anymore. Everything was getting darker and darker. Finally, the darkness overcame me, and the burning and screaming stopped.