Kella
I hit an armadillo, hard.
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She opened her eyes. She was not where she remembered being last. She felt the rush of water over her legs. She was wet. The sun was blinding in her eyes, but as she looked farther up she saw the billowing of black smoke above her head. The sound of waves crashing began to kick in to the whirling of her mind. It did not take long for other sounds to begin to register. Then the pain filled her body.
She rolled over on her side and tried to pull herself to a sitting position. She hurt all over. Some pain was more intense than other pains. She looked up and saw the horror that lay before her.
Mangled wreckage and mangled bodies intertwined along a beach. People were running about and screaming. The scream of the engine was almost deafening when it would kick up. She watched frozen for a moment. Was this a dream? Where had she been before this? She couldn’t remember. Her head was throbbing and her body was pulsating in pain.
She pulled herself to her feet. People were calling out for help. Some were trapped while others were looking for loved ones. Her hands were cut up from whatever had happened to her. Saltwater was in her wounds making them burn almost unbearably.
She looked up and a little boy was sitting only a few feet away from her. He was hugging his blanket and crying. She saw no one around with him. She went over to him slowly.
He looked up at her. “Hi. I’m Kella. Where is your Mommy?” she asked him calmly. He pointed to a piece of wreckage not far from them.
“Wait right here. I’ll be right back. What’s your name?” Kella asked calmly.
“Cody.” He whimpered softly. She could barely hear him above all the chaos.
She nodded and went over to the wreckage. When she walked around it she found a dead woman still strapped in to her seat. She had a large piece of debris through her chest. She felt sick by this sight. She backed away trembling. She returned to the boy. She was shaking badly.
“Cody, would you like to stay with me for a while?” she asked gently. He shrugged his shoulders and then raised his arms up to her. She picked him up despite her pain and she carried him to where others had gathered.
Cody was so young. He couldn’t have been more than 4 years old. He held to his blanket tight. Kella trudged through the sand and debris to the group of survivors.
Okay...that's how I started it out. What do you guys think? 😮