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It wasn't luxurious in the old garage but it kept me out of the rain. I could see in the distance the apartment where I had once been.
As I stepped into the air I could feel the winter cold coming to my bones. At that moment I suddenlly felt hungry and realized I hadn't eaton for a while. That is when I did something I regret.
As the truckers approached I once more hid underneath my bed. I heard a lot of noise coming from the truckers so as they had been gone half an hour I crept out from under my bed to investigate.
I stood lonely and hungry in the dusty apartment, on my own. My father was gone and I had to fend for myself. I clambered to the kitchen, tears rolling down my cheek.
Crash, is all I could hear at the front door. My father was frantically collecting items and squashing them in suitcases. Crash another call of warning from the police.
The Earthquake Part 2. I awoke in a dark murky place which sent a chill down my spine.
The Earthquake part 1 Tired, hungry and out of breath I struggled up the chocolate coloured wooden stairs into the dusty apartment my...