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Personal Narrative Fiction

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Peering out the window, I saw them, dancing about and having the time of their lives in the streets of Manhattan. These grotesque creatures had definitely believed that they had exterminated everybody. “Those terrible little tin cans with rats inside, they don’t even know we’re here.” Lawrence exclaimed tauntingly. As he had said that. The creatures had disappeared from the streets below. Jenny, my daughter, grabbed onto me crying, “Mommy where did they go?” Silence came over the room for a moment, until we heard the door that leads to the roof fall, with a loud sudden Clang. The incredibly loud noise startled us, we stood still shocked, and then we ran downstairs, as quickly and quietly as we could. The adrenaline pumping in our blood, our …show more content…

Sally went flying, fortunately I caught her. Lawrence laid on the floor crying, he knew the torture he will face and is unwilling to bear it. “Sally, take her and run I don’t want you to face what is going to happen to me, just go get out of. Remember that I…” Lawrence had died. I picked up Jenny and ran as fast as I could. We eventually got to a laundry shoot spacious enough for Sally to ride down on, however I would not be able to fit into it. We threw in a few pillows, to soften Jenny’s fall, trying to hurry as we heard the eyry squeaking of the wheels, these monsters bore, come across the corridor. Jenny rested in my arms covered in tears in tears, she knew that her father had died, and that pretty soon her mother will be too. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “Go out into the world and save it.” I never saw her, and then for the first time I stood face to face with my advisory. The sight of them gave me chills, their cold metal eye stock, the oddly shaped arm blasters, the outer coating of their armor, even their voice gave me an uneasy

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