I that I could remember from that night were the flashes. Brian was on the ground and there was blood…so much blood.
I can’t recall if it was mine or his. One thing I do know is that there was the sound of bullets ringing. I can still hear echoes in my ears even now after all this time. I could still feel the recoil of the pistol that was in my hand. I must have just dropped it in the panic to get out of there.
And the stench of them… It was… It was a horrid smell. One that’s still etched in my memory. Nearly impossible to describe but if I had to, it was made up of burnt bodies, pools of blood, ashes falling, and our own sweat mixed together. I imagine that it smelled like Death, and Death’s smell is the definition of fear
We were so
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Back then, we had ten members of the group. Kevin, Amy, Chris, Kathleen, Thomas, Seamus, Mike, Brian, Jordan, and me. Brian and I were the last ones. I’m not sure how most of us made it that far. We weren’t necessarily what someone would describe at the Strong. Well, Brian was. He was strong. Yet it was me, the weakest of the entire group who couldn’t even drag herself away from the carnage that I had once my friends. Pathetic.
It was on that night. Brian and I were on lookout. It was our job to warn the group across town. We didn’t even have time to light the fires. I can only assume that they became the next meal for the walkers after the group fell. I try my best to keep the mental pictures of their skin being torn and chewed off of their limbs out of my head. I try not to remember the screaming… To this day, I can’t even remember specifically if it was mine or theirs. All I know is that it’ll haunt me for the rest of my living days.
Brian had always been the one to fight. He was the one who fought while I was stuck standing there frozen in panic and fear. He was a hero. He always had been. Brian was the one dragging a victim out of the fires, out of the city that was littered with the bodies. The bodies that the walkers and whatever other monsters came for. All the nightmares your parents told you not to believe in, all the demons that we mocked and dressed as on Halloween, turned out to be the ones to take back the world for themselves. Humans were to be
Paton uses Anaphora of “the fear” to explain man’s relationship with each other by quoting, ‘ the fear of the unknown, the fear of the great city” (Paton 44). The repetition of “the fear” creates a fearful tone describing the city as a place full of terror. In quote, “Dead, down the fear of
the screams of pain, the pangs of hunger, and merciless evil. The novel recounts the
I looked him in his eyes before I shot him. I can still remember the bullet hitting him straight in the chest and the blood hitting my face. It was warm and felt good in the face biting cold. I felt like I was crazy for liking the feeling of the blood. After a couple more miles my lungs burned and I wanted to quit.
He had your gun.’ ‘An’ you got it away from him and you took it an’ you killed him?’ ‘Yeah.
All these three survivors went through everything, they sort of had the same feelings, fear, pain, betrayed, etc. It was a hard time for all of them and even though they survived they couldn’t go back to the way they
A survivor is a person who simply makes it through an event, no matter the circumstance. More specifically, a survivor is an individual who gets through alive, either without a scratch on their body, or beaten down to the bone. When Lily Owens, Equality 7-2521, and George Milton keep running away from their problems, and finally stay put, with no harm as previously experienced, they are categorized as survivors. To be a survivor is to be a remainder, who keeps living, which is what these three main characters are doing, but in different circumstances to have been grouped as survivors. The universal aspect of the survivor is known as the one who ‘goes with the flow’, is easy going, deals with change well, and obviously comes out of an event
That is all I remember for the next five or ten seconds. I woke up about fifteen feet from the grave. I could see every color of the rainbow. My radio was gone. I looked behind me. The radio was about ten or twelve feet away with the antenna sticking out of the water. I began to yell, “Did anybody get a fix?” (A fix was a flash from a mortar or rocket or whatever.) I could not hear myself yell. After about another twenty seconds or so, I began to hear the men in my squad yell, “I’ve been hit, Sgt. Leland. I’ve been hit.”
spotted what looked like a dog, aimed his gun, fired and saw the body drop to the ground. After
People shrieked as they watched their very city collapse into ashes as it . Through the ashes there were huge metal bodies, with red bloodshot eyes gleaming at the side of all the destruction, bodies made of steel towering over the remains with smirks stretching across their faces, “This is the end,” they all repeated. Carnage.
Based on the applicable options dealing with cultural issues in our eligible films, In the Heat of the Night seems be ahead of the pack when it comes to exploiting our societal vices. The 1967 mystery/drama is based on John Ball’s 1965 novel with the same title. The film is set in the fictional rural town of Sparta, Mississippi. Sparta is a southern town that is racially discriminatory on institutional, social, and judicial levels. In the Heat of the Night seems to make many negative cultural assumptions about southern states, especially Mississippi. Sparta is portrayed as desolate town whose only citizens consist of slave-owning plantation owners, racist hicks, and racist hicks who happen to be cops. All the white characters in the film seem to be negative stereotypes. The plantation owner even has a small lawn gnome portraying a black servant. The film begins at a local dinner in Sparta where Sam Wood, a well-known town sheriff, is having dinner and a discussion filled with racist content. After leaving the diner, Sam runs over a dead man in the middle of the street. He alerts superior officer, Chief Bill Gillespie, who begins searching the town for any suspicious drifters because he believes that the murder was the outcome of a mugging gone wrong. Upon searching the train station, Gillespie finds Virgil Tibbs; an African-American homicide detective from Philadelphia who is visiting his mother. Tibbs is the one major exception to the negative stereotypes within the town
We were in the bunker and we heard screams of people and screeches of zombies.. It was 3:00 in the morning
When I woke up I knew I wasn't gone. I got up to see a bloody wound from where i was shot, it hurt so bad. I went to the hospital and got stitched up. After, I
If You Suddenly Come for Me relates to Night because it explains how some of the Jews felt when going to the concentration camps. It explains how they aren’t afraid of the Nazis’ throwing them in a cage, that they will keep their heads held high. They’ll just face it straight on and take it like a man. The poem emits emotions that the characters in Night had also felt. The poem says, ‘And I shall not repent or rage’, and that relates to the book because the Jews didn’t want to anger the German Nazis and get even more punishment.
Frightened to death, I sat frozen in the seat that I was sitting in along with everyone else. The monster’s words came trembling out of the revolting mouth towards my sister and me. Having his gaze slide onto to you, created a feeling of dread within my stomach from the thought of what he would say towards me. So outraged over the dislike of furniture, the monster yelled horrifying words towards us which created large tears to fall down our faces. Having an immense amount of fear in us of the sight of the monster created us to break down in tears. The tears would not stop falling out of our eyes. Words that could never be repeated just spilled out of his mouth. Frightened by the smell of
Panic settled into the air as howls of anger surged through the dark musky night. The children were sound asleep, oblivious to the apocalyptic rush merely feet away. Alcohol lingered on each tongue that spewed words of hatred towards one another, but blood-thirst soon turned simple ill willed remarks into violence. The air thumped with the music, vibrations carried over the yelling and supported the delirium from the sea of people. Vicious words settled on the crowd like a dense blanket, choking out any light. The unpleasant smell of metallic blood and alcohol lingered on a day of purification while lights flashed red and blue. Harsh flesh on flesh contact had ended, and with the pain numbed by alcohol, only the overwhelming rush of blurred