Sudden gasps growled out of my lungs. I quickly took sips of water to calm down my nerves. Sweat was all over my body. It’s almost like I was an overcharged battery, my temperature was rocketing up. It was only 5:31 AM, the time I normally get ready for school but my surroundings were overwhelmingly strange. It was hard for me to keep my composure as I was getting ready.

Its almost like the world went on pause, the wind wasn’t rustling branches around and significantly my brothers weren’t making any noise. This was becoming strange… It was too calm for my liking. I headed out of my room for a shower but there wasn’t one drop of water coming out of the shower head. Nothing was going to plan today so I strolled towards my parents room anticipating the loud snores of my father but once again there was no noise coming from the room. I slammed it open and no one was in there. This situation was starting to get out hand! so I clinched on some jeans, t-shirt and shoes before heading out the door. Moments before I fastened the door lock I recited one last prayer to try and force things back to the way they should be.

Being outside made me feel even more uncomfortable. I could barely see my route as the skies were gloomy, it was almost like I was trapped in my blanket as there was no light coming from anywhere. Faint noises were travelling around, I can visualise demons roaming around me casting spells upon everything that came in their way including myself!  My stroke volume was inclining as I frantically I made my way across the street onto the main road. Sweat was dripping across my face as I took full caution on where I implanted my feet as at all costs I could find myself in danger.

In the back of my head I knew that the road weren’t safe. Shattering of glass took my attention. I wondered to myself if there was some kind of raid or a malicious attack was happening around. The leaves of trees were swinging off their branches as wind blew them across from coast to coast. Debris laid across the pavements as if a loud roar came in and blew them off their feet. Clothes, shoes, food, personal belongings were dispatched in all angles. This made it feel like a battleground where everything was just wide open anything could occurred.

My thoughts were full of discouragement. I feel like finding my family right now is out of my reach,  and into The motivation wasn’t there any more I could fear the worst for myself. I concentrated on the tarmac of the road to attempted to take my mind away from reality from there I could notice various numbers of tyre marks appearing darker in tone as I my pupils concentrated harder. This wasn’t time for games, I became more aware that it just wasn’t safe for me to be here, so I started sprinting away. As I got further down the main road I heard tyre screeching ambulances flocking around and suddenly gunshots were flying through.

The open battlefield had transformed into a war zone, from there my adrenaline kicked in to remove myself from the danger. I felt like I headless chicken as I sprinted down to safety further along the road. At any cost my brains could of been blown off. Its nothing I’d ever thought would happen in London. I acknowledge that this city is corrupted with a lot of underground activity that normal society doesn’t notice but ever since the riots came along crime and violence levels were declining. Was this another revolution ? I thought to myself as I gazed to the point that I lost real concentration that I wasn’t safe and that I had an objective to achieve in my finding my family. Is there any hope? I was at the point of giving in and living by myself. How could I survive? No I couldn’t take chances I had to take my last roll of the dice into finding them. How could I live without the joy of family?