Description Of 2079 : The Killer From The Past

When i eventually open my eyes i can finally see my surroundings and the first thing i notice is the clear blue water crashing with the golden beach , the clean sky and the smell of fresh air . Scanning the area around me , i realise that Alice and i aren't the only survivors , there's : Arthur , Damien and Claudet . There all unconscious so Alice makes it her duty to try and wake them . During these few minutes i decide to process our situation , where we are , what the hell happened and what we're going to do now . Looking behind me i’m hit with a rich , lush forest looking to be full of life and heaven like . Peacefully glaring at the woodland i feel like my problems float away and that i'm as free as a feather able to float into the clouds and never return, leaving behind the inferno of a past that i have and creating a new life for myself .

The sound of metal crushing as the collision head-on destroyed my thinking path. I felt as if the night was fading into complete darkness. All I could think about as we collided against the mound at the north side of the hill down the gloomy stretch of road was death. The car rolled over continuously till every engine part flew from under the hood. After the car finished rolling I checked to my left to see if Sam was still alive, he was bleeding from his mouth and unresponsive. The right front passenger door was crushed, I couldn't seem to free my right arm, I was trapped. I use my left arm to tug at my right arm free it, I screamed in pain as I pulled and pulled to notice my arm was broken. I managed to pull my right arm away from the crushed door after 10 minutes of agonizing pain shooting through my nerves.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

I was falling. The seconds felt like centuries as I plummeted to my death. Silence around me, time and space seemed frozen in motion.

I roughly wipe the tears from my face. My vision is blurry and confusing although I can locate the broken glass scattered across the floor. I search my pockets for a cigarette, I grab it and light it. I sink it between my teeth as I feel the infuriating tears slowly fall from my eyes. Even though I am unable to look at my surroundings, I know exactly where I am. I am sitting in the middle of an old, rough, isolated building. As I’m sitting on the floor I notice cuts covering my arms releasing blood but honestly I can’t care less, I was use to it.

As I got up from the ground and made my way up a knotty trail leading to the way out of the ditch where I layed .As I reached the end of the trail I came upon a horrific display the ground was drenched in fire and parts scattered everywhere , apparently from two trains colliding both being obliterated by the impact of the collision.Searching for my friends I scavenge through the rubble looking for any signs or trace of my friends but unfortunately

The room was suddenly bathed in red light as warning signs began flashing on the large computer screens.

Just a little while after arriving at my office in Higashi-kanon-machi(an eastern streets of Kan-on area), there was a sudden air-laid alarm went off, and quickly after that, a bright red pillar of flame shot up out the window, and the building fell down in an instant (just like a flashlight of magnesium for photography) and smashed us. Though couldn’t move at all for a while, I tried moving myself and going through the heap of wreckage somehow. I crawled and crawled under timbers with my friend who had been sitting next to me, got out at last after long hours; don’t know how long. It was dark outside and drops of something like rain were falling. I kept running like hell toward the west, to get Koi-area, my home. On the way, I looked around the city all burned down, saw very few human figures, however, barely arrived home wondering what was going on. My mother had believed I was dead till then, so she was happy and relieved. The smoke of burning bodies been seen since then for many days, at the riverside of Ota-gawa had made me feel

It was exactly 2 years ago from this day when my good friend Thomas was murdered. They found his body in a black bag, chained to the deep in, at the bottom of the bay. It was one of the saddest/coldest murders that had happened within 15 years. I rushed over to the crime scene as soon as possible. I tried to wrap my head

They are dead because of me! When I was 14 my mother and father got killed by some group. They left me and my brother alone. After this my brother went into deep depression and left one night. I was alone and I felt like it was me who needed to die that day but I didn't .People would come up to me and say, “I'm sorry for your loss.” I just sat there and listened to what they had to say with no response. I was in a spot in life where everything was my fault. My parents and my brother didn't help much. I just ran like they told me to...I feel that if I find the group that killed my parents then I’d find out why this happened. I first went to the one person i knew that would know anything about who killed my parents. I got ready and went to the Brooks house to see what Mr.Brooks might know. When I got there I knocked, and someone opened the door

On May 19th at approximately 2:20am my big brother was shot and murdered by an unknown suspect. This incident took place in the 2600 block of Bowen road southeast Washington D.C. My brother was on of my biggest supporters. He will always be my biggest hero. My brother was a very kind, smart, and funny person who like to workout in the boxing gym. At 3:25 am I heard a knock on the door, so I decided to go see who it was. At the same time as I was coming out of my room my father was coming out too. As we approached the door we started hearing screaming and hollering. As we got close enough to the door we realized that it was my oldest brother coming to tell us that my brother was murdered.

You lay still, body resting on the green grass with the flowers swaying in front of your face like a lazy river of purple. All around you, the tall trees groaned and moaned as they, too, swayed against the harsh winds that raged above. Bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds scooted past your vision as your eyes flickered open and to your surprise, you could make out the sun, big, bright, and round, glowing in the distance. You pushed yourself onto your knees brushing off twigs and leaves as you went before staggering to a stand and allowing yourself to take in the sights around you. You sighed, running a calm hand down your face praying you were still in your world and that the machine had failed, but we all know that's not what happened. You stood there, silent for a few moments before a swift and sudden sound of a stick being snapped in two echoed around you.

I received word my father died in a plane crash on a flight to Sydney, Australia. Since then my heart hardened to stone impairing me of any emotions. After what he had done to me, I wanted nothing to do with him, including attending his funeral, and deep down, I felt it was what he deserved as if it were Karma for wronging me.

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four

The subway stopped suddenly in the tunnel and everyone screamed. The lights started to flicker and then they shut off. We were stopped for over three hours, then we started to go again. I got off the train and realized the whole New York City was in ruins. I ran to my apartment to look for my family, and they were gone. Everyone, besides the six of us who were on the train, were gone.