K. DeVera

Fire. Fire is everywhere. The sounds of screams are heard throughout our little town. People are scared. People are running for their life. People are on fire, and they’re still running. Still screaming. I hear someone calling out for me. Who is that? Oh, it’s my grandfather. “Hey! Listen to me, okay? We don’t have much time. You have to go now. You have to go and not come back here. Do you understand? I can’t go with you right now. But I’ll find you. One day, I’ll find you and we’ll be together again, okay? I need you to be good for him, okay? Be good for him. He’s going to protect you. I’ll see you again one day. I promise. Now go! Get out of here!”