Refugee-Personal Narrative

I woke up. My body was resting on a cold damp concrete floor. I couldn’t see anything at all, my vision was completely dark. Just as I tried to stand up I felt a piercing pain run through my right leg, my eyes adjusted to the faint light and I noticed that the place I was in was an abandoned warehouse.

Trying to walk despite my injured leg I tried to find an exit, I knew I had to find someplace to treat my possibly broken leg. I walked around the inside of the warehouse, searching for a way to get out. Finally I found large double doors that connected to a large corridor. I walked down the hallway and I noticed that the building was very run down and possibly had not been used in years. At the end of the corridor there was another set of doors just as run down as the rest of the building. I pushed through the doors and bright light hit me in the face.

The destroyed remains of the city I used to live in. The majority of the buildings had either been destroyed or overgrown with wildlife. Same for the cars and rest of the city. Trees, grass, and vines covered the city like some kind of jungle. After staring at this sight for a good while I tried to get a grasp of where I was. The warehouse I came out of seemed to be in the same condition as the rest of the city.

Other than the one I came out of there seemed to be two more warehouses on this seemingly small island off the cost of the city. I tried to think of a plan, something to do. However, nothing came up. I tried thinking of any family, friends, co-workers or even where I lived before the city became like this. I thought I had amnesia since the only thing I could think of was the city’s pre-destroyed landscape. All of a sudden my vision started to blur and grow darker. The strength in my legs disappeared and I fell to the