A Brave New World-Personal Narrative

A sudden coldness hit my face, as I carefully descended down the stairs of the store. The city of New York awaited me, like a painting drawn by the very hands of nature. The clouds glimmered as the sun hid behind the tall buildings. The Empire State Building stood majestically among the buildings, it’s point shone the brightest. From above, a pile of snow landed on my head, breaking the spell of the glamorous lights before my eyes. The next second, pain slashed through my arm, as the very heavy garbage bag dug into my skin, reminding my original objective, which was taking out the trash. I stepped down the last stair and into the white fluffy blanket that laid across the land.
I turned around the corner, into the alleyway between the two buildings,
The dead walked towards me as I tried to move back, in his hands were a pair of bloodstained pocket knife. A hard wall smashed against my head, for I accidently backed up on the wall. Black dots blocked my sight, with little consciousness that remained in myself. I rolled into a ball as the creature closed in, still screaming because I was going to die in any moment. I buried my head, trying to to sink in the snow as much as possible. As I was praying, a distant voice, kept calling my name. It was my friend Molly, who was also the owner of the store. She shook my shoulders violently, as I was blinded by the snow. I looked up again, nothing had happened. Looking across, the pile of snow remained unharmed. Snow flurried down again.

“Am I dead yet? Is this heaven or hell? How did I die? Where is the vicious men?” I screamed, panicking at the same time.

Before I unravel what just had happened, her hands came in, slapping my face in full impact. I was shocked, coming back to my sanity.

“A dead body! I found a dead body”, I screamed hysterically, forgetting all about my hallucination. I pointed at the hand and the foot poking out of the
My action and the evidence poking at of the snow convinced her enough. She dragged me out onto the street, then called the police. We made pretty big racket, because many shoppers gathered to see what was going on, as the police arrived. Molly was more mad than I was in terms of this situation. Before the police can ask questions, she mumbled everything, then told them to shut up and just come. I could say I was embarrassed because of her, though I’m pretty humiliated by myself. The police came later, asking me questions. A few reporters came too, for a moment I felt as if I was the biggest celebrity. The police took about ten minutes taking evidence, before looking beneath the snow. I admired the beautiful lights coming from the city, distracting myself from the horrific scene, until I had a feeling I was watched. I turned around, noticing everyone’s expression was uncanny. At the far side, the policemen held something. Squinting my eyes, it looked like a human figure. Then he