Personal Narrative: Time Square

As I walk alone thru what seems to be a ghost town with no human’s in existance its cold and dreary out. The wind gusts behind me I’m alone searching for my family who went missing two days prior. As I wander through this town I scream out yelling for someone...anyone. Fearful I am wondering what I should do next. As I continue down the street of what I thought was Time Square in New York City I see an enourmus burst of light. Suddenly everything goes dark and I feel my body falling wondering where I am going to land. Everything’s hazy but as I start to get my vision back I notice faces all around me I seem to be in some secret room. It’s dark and hard to breathe all these strangers have looks of fear in their eyes. As they start to question me whether I was okay or not I start questioning them on what this place is an what just happened.
As my mind spins and my eyes wonder across the room searching for answers, these people who I just met began to explain everything. The place I fell into happened to be some kind of safe house which they called a ‘bomb shelter’. Then it struck me that the burst of light I saw earlier was indeed a bomb, now I was scared for my life, for my families life… Who was on this mission to kill humankind? Why were they after the United States? Was I safe? All these questions ran across my mind making me feel nauseated I needed to lay down I needed