Personal Narrative-My Hero's Journey To Freedom

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.

“We need to clear this place of anyone or anything that can harm us, and when it’s been cleared out, then I’ll open the armory. Are we all clear?” Jim explains. All of us nod our heads in agreement. Jim gets beside the door and holds the handle. Then mouths “Three, Two, One!” We burst through the door and proceed to split off into different directions to clear the station. I head for some offices where it look like paperwork was handled. The room appeared empty but I wasn’t taking any chances. I looked under desks, behind cabinets and everywhere else in between. Once I clear the room I report back to Jim.

"Right. There's been too much drama. We all need our rest," he said, holding back the impulsive yawns, all the while his brain working on a capture and kill scenario.

“I understand, but I’m not the enemy. I’m just doing my job, but that’s not why I’m here. I had some free time now. I thought I’d put it to good use. I’m no farmer, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to help you with the crops. Just think of it as a public service.”

Swallowing hard, I held my head high. The only one who should be nervous was Tobias. I folded my arms and watched the floor panel. The door opened on the thirty-fourth floor. I was the first out and kept my sight peeled for the general.

"I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I decided it was best for you not to know. So many things could have gone wrong, and there's really no telling how the Overseer will react when he finds out. It's best if he can blame everything on me."

“He keeps talking about you. He won’t man up and just call you or come up here to talk to you. He’s been going crazy and even though he’s wipe out all our enemies so far being him the one that’s been doing the work. He’s getting out of hand. He’s anger been getting too wild and it’s causing some of our workers to get scared and dip you know?” He answers my question. I nod my head at him to show I’m listening.

“Truth be told, I was at first just trying to get out of there once those robots turned against us.” She looked over the sighed and began to frown. “I wasn’t even going to see if anyone needed my assist there because I have deemed myself unworthy of aid. I just know this to be true because I can already tell I am the weakest student here.” She chewed her inner cheek, already starting to regret telling her the insecurity she has.

“Okay, okay fine I will admit, I had some of my parts, but you were the leader.”

“No,” he cuts me off, stepping forward. “You’re not going anywhere. Where would you go? And you’re right about one thing. The Rebellion, it doesn’t make a difference, not like how you made a difference.”

“ All things considered, What makes you think that I will help you?” I say, my eyebrow rising.

Once the through the door, they made their way down a maze of corridors. Turning left and right at each corner, with no real idea of how to get out. Their immediate concern though, was running into any number of guards.

I turned off the camera as I heard giant footsteps coming from a doorway. I began to panic, but I pulled myself together and

    “Wait!” The guard screamed. Chris’ uncle’s hand was only millimeters away from smashing the guard’s face into jelly, “It’s on the 70th floor, last door at the end of the hall.”

He wipes his nose with his sleeve and breathes in hardly and walks down the white wall corridor that was made brighter due to the lights that stretched the length of the corridor. His black oxfords echoed with every step he took. At the end of the corridor there's is a pair of sliding doors with a surveillance camera that guarded the door like a red-eyed