Black is all I see as I’m coming to consciousness. I open my eyes and realize I am in a very strange place. The walls of this room are covered in items I don’t know I have ever seen before. I desperatly search for an item I may recognize because I am starting to panick. Books. There’s books where I am from. But not like these, the books I see are overflowing a small bookshelf and on one book I see...
Smoke. I cough to extract it from my lungs. But there is no clear air to gasp for. My ears ring and noises are muffled. I’m scared to open my eyes to see the damage. My arm moves and crumbs from the road cut into my forearm as the sound returns to me, I hear, “Are you okay?!” Shouting in desperation. Sirens growing louder in the distance. The heat starts to hit my nerves and I feel like my entire ...