Module 11: A Case Study

Going into the winter months, the need for a quick recovery of the infrastructure was imminent. Thousands of civilians without the means for electricity or heat could prove more devastating than the storm itself. The threat of freezing to death or being snowed in and potentially starving can add to one’s anguish and deteriorating mental state. A quick and decisive response from the state and cities was applied in order to minimize any unwanted

The ground shook. Tables were falling over, glass shattering all over the floor. Worried faces were shared among the crowd of children. Then, the world went black.

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

One of Ms. Brown's coworker quickly called her daughter, who was touring the World Trade Center. Ms. Brown's coworker lost contact with her daughter and did not hear from her again for four long days. All the cell phone company's signals were all stationed on top of the Twin Towers and when the buildings fell, all service was lost. All communication was gone and in the streets, there were silence. Smoke spilled out of the burning towers and painted the sky black. People jumped out of the flaming buildings, desperate for escaption. When the towers crumbled, a black substance covered the streets and people as they ran for help.

The sky was getting darker by the hour, and the people seemed to be going mad on the streets, trying to find food and water to sustain them for what would be the biggest hurricane of the century. The streets were filled with cars, it seemed as it were rush hour, every hour, and road rage was inevitable. The gas stations running out of gas and the ones that had, the lines would go all the way down the already busy streets. Our neighborhood was being forced to evacuate due to a storm surge of around 10 feet of water. Our

            "A passenger jet has crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center." The news rang through the entire house. As everybody sat there stunned, I was the first member of the family to stand and walk into the other room. Next, my father and mother traveled through the door. My mother screamed. On the screen, we could see the live coverage of the towers as they were right now. There was a gaping hole on the upper floors of the world trade center and smoke was billowing out at an immense speed.

The cool wind blows through the Melbourne alley ways, it’s 3am on the 8th of March and not a soul could be heard. The street lights were flickering and there wasn’t a car insight. The atmosphere, cold and dark, would give a deathly shiver down anyone's spine. Then, a loud, gut wrenching scream broke all silence. The sound of fleeting footsteps echoed throughout Hosier Lane and moments later sirens screeched through the streets of Melbourne.

The flooded homes, scattered cars, and powerless streets drew the community together. I had never endured so much grief with a sense of togetherness as I did during this period. Somehow, the shattered world I was living in felt like more of a home than the one I know. While Mr. Moore distributed his collection of batteries to all in need, Mr. Quinn and Mr. Visnic cleared the road of tree branches so that Ms. Torello could move her car to safety. The Delises opened up their generator powered home, and provided a fresh deck of cards and beverages to all who came. The endless support of this community made a hard and unusual time pass with

In her New York Times article, journalist E. J. Graff describes the devastation in the city of Boston caused by epic record-breaking blizzards. In contrast to the beautiful pictures of a city covered under snow normally seen by the readers, she points out towards the despair of the people living in terrible conditions. Thus, she indicates that the historic ruin has destroyed roofs, roads, gutters and sidewalks. Moreover, it has closed schools, businesses, highways, public transport and forced people to be confined to their houses. And she claims that decades of underinvestment and alleged mismanagement by Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority have ceased the country’s oldest subway system. Additionally, she conveys the tragedy associated

Once the storm hit, residents turned to Connecticut Light and Power (CL&P) organization as well as the state’s Governor in advising when power will return to them. The interference in regular daily activities such as work and school had frustrated residents. Also, there were various health concerns that needed to be addressed. During the night, the temperature would drop to freezing conditions while there would be no power for heating residences. The people were concerned for the seniors and hospital patients who were dependent on power to facilitate them. As each day went by without power, residents impatience grew as they sought the information that was either not provided or inaccurate. A lack of information on how to deal with such weather delays and how long they must plan for the power outage left residents

A colossal and history making massive blackout occurred in August 14, 2003 across the region of US and Canada affecting around 50 million people who lost access to power and were deprived of basic amenities. They were forced to sleep on the road. Millions and millions of people were caught by surprise when the electrical grid suddenly crashed. It shut down a hundred power plants. It took 29 hours for the power to turn back on for the major cities. But the brief outage caused an estimated $6.4 billion economic losses.

On August 11, 2016 it started to rain and it rained hard. The trees and leaves were shaking and all the around the city the people were in their houses seeking refuge. The dogs were barking as if to scare away the storm while the cats were inside hiding from the rain. There were no cars insights as if the people were under lockdown. The people were inside trying to keep the heat out and the ac running cold, while it rained. The ditches were trying to get rid of all the water they could. The ditches soon could not it no more so it started to flood and the people were at their windows frightened by what was happening; many had never seen a storm as relentless as this before.

“Everyone get out!” My boss screams at us. As a massive herd, we all head toward the doors. The crowd was dense, everyone wanted to get out of the building and run home to their families. Getting home to loved ones seemed to be the only thought on anyone’s mind. No one felt threatened with death, even though the building next door was engulfed in bright orange flames.

It was just a normal day and Edmond, Isaac, Daisy, Piper and their neighborhood friend, had got warnings to evacuate their house immediately because of the war that started between Britain and an unknown terrorist organization that was invading the country. A day ago the power and communications systems were all shut down and Daisy moved to the barn. They brought food, clothes, and other supplies to bring with them to the barn so they could stay there until the war ends. However, their plans changed when all of a sudden the next day out of no where some

Previously, Al stopped at a gas station along road 66, and met a woman named Mae who gets irritated by travelers, with the exceptions of truck drivers. Subsequently, Mae described the environment she faces on a daily bases, and states that she dislikes travelers, due to they hardly buy stuff, not to mention a small portion of them steal from her. Furthermore, a poor family arrives, and the father asks to sell him a loaf of bread for a lower price. As a result, Mae initially declines and states that the price is firm, however then she has a change of heart, and gives them a generous discount.