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Day 1
It was unbelievable the amount of death that had occurred within the short amount of time. Don't ask me how the war started or how it will end, but you can ask me how it went. It had weeks since the bombings let up. I wish I could walk outside and just end it. But I am not brave enough. I could hear enemy soldiers conversing outside talking about things such as their wives, children, and favorite drink, as well as plans for when the war ended.

Like anyone who would be in my shoes… I was afraid. So afraid of what would happen if I were to step outside, scratch that, if I were to make a single noise, would I die? It was a very good question indeed, enemy soldiers outside and all.

It was cold in here. I don't know why, living so far south as I do, why it felt frigid cold within my own home! If I moved, they would here me. I was sitting next to my window… and they were right outside of it. I wanted them to move. I had thought of many plans just to move away from the window. I took on the thought of the simplest, to slowly drag myself up to the stairs and quickly climb them. I started to do that. Slowly but surely, I began my long drag to the stairs. I was dragging myself on cold wood flooring. Trust me… it was loud. In the center of the room was carpeting. I had grabbed the carpet and it muffled the noise of my shoes hitting the floor.

My first complication was with the table in front of me… it had a lamp on it. I moved around it, but my foot caught one of the legs and the lamp began to sway. I proceeded to catch it, and successfully did. I softly placed it on the floor and paused to hear a reaction from the soldiers. I then scurried to the staircase. I quickly ran up it to the second floor.

I ran to my room, and locked it. I walked by the desk to my closet which was in the back right of the room. It was a fairly big room, the bed close to the window. The closet had a lot of clothing within it. Most shirts and pants, but in the back were jackets and other assorted items. I reached for my trusty black Volcom jacket; it had a large stone that was surrounded by dark pink hearts and blood stain droplets. I placed my arm into the first sleeve and was instantly warmed, and knew I had to escape this house soon. I finished putting on the jacket and grabbed my book bag, a dark Jansport one, and put a days change of clothes inside and my laptop. I grabbed a gun from my closet. I knew buying these guns were a good idea. I put my shotgun strap on my arm, and snuck down the stairs quickly. I walked through my kitchen to the back door.

There was the back door. I snuck outside of it and locked it, in case I wanted to return. I was going to survey the area. As soon as I stepped outside, it was dark. It was pointless to really go far…I saw the destruction… in the distance. Buildings were burning… which would explain the light. I unlocked the door and went back inside for a well deserved rest.

Description
Day 1
It was unbelievable the amount of death that had occurred within the short amount of time. Don't ask me how the war started or how it will end, but you can ask me how it went. It had weeks since the bombings let up. I wish I could walk outside and just end it. But I am not brave enough. I could hear enemy soldiers conversing outside talking about things such as their wives, children, and favorite drink, as well as plans for when the war ended.

Like anyone who would be in my shoes… I was afraid. So afraid of what would happen if I were to step outside, scratch that, if I were to make a single noise, would I die? It was a very good question indeed, enemy soldiers outside and all.

It was cold in here. I don't know why, living so far south as I do, why it felt frigid cold within my own home! If I moved, they would here me. I was sitting next to my window… and they were right outside of it. I wanted them to move. I had thought of many plans just to move away from the window. I took on the thought of the simplest, to slowly drag myself up to the stairs and quickly climb them. I started to do that. Slowly but surely, I began my long drag to the stairs. I was dragging myself on cold wood flooring. Trust me… it was loud. In the center of the room was carpeting. I had grabbed the carpet and it muffled the noise of my shoes hitting the floor.

My first complication was with the table in front of me… it had a lamp on it. I moved around it, but my foot caught one of the legs and the lamp began to sway. I proceeded to catch it, and successfully did. I softly placed it on the floor and paused to hear a reaction from the soldiers. I then scurried to the staircase. I quickly ran up it to the second floor.

I ran to my room, and locked it. I walked by the desk to my closet which was in the back right of the room. It was a fairly big room, the bed close to the window. The closet had a lot of clothing within it. Most shirts and pants, but in the back were jackets and other assorted items. I reached for my trusty black Volcom jacket; it had a large stone that was surrounded by dark pink hearts and blood stain droplets. I placed my arm into the first sleeve and was instantly warmed, and knew I had to escape this house soon. I finished putting on the jacket and grabbed my book bag, a dark Jansport one, and put a days change of clothes inside and my laptop. I grabbed a gun from my closet. I knew buying these guns were a good idea. I put my shotgun strap on my arm, and snuck down the stairs quickly. I walked through my kitchen to the back door.

There was the back door. I snuck outside of it and locked it, in case I wanted to return. I was going to survey the area. As soon as I stepped outside, it was dark. It was pointless to really go far…I saw the destruction… in the distance. Buildings were burning… which would explain the light. I unlocked the door and went back inside for a well deserved rest.