when the Asteroids hit

"Mom, I'm on my way. I need to get my wallet and the car keys," I said over the phone. "OK, but be here on time. Your sisters going up in 20 minutes," she said in a worried voice, "calm down, ok, I will be there on time." I said, reassuring her knowing she wasn't gonna get calmer "ok, bye, honey love you," "love you too, mom, bye."

I was about to leave the house, but I got a notification from youtube my favourite musician dropped a new song. "sorry, sis, gotta watch this," I said to myself as I sat on the couch and turned on the TV to youtube.

I finished watching the video and got up to go to my car. Suddenly, I heard a ground-shaking bang. The last thing I saw was the ceiling falling in on me.

My eyes slowly opened. I felt dizzy, my eyesight was blurry, and there was a constant ringing in my ears along with other pains. I looked around, still not making out my surroundings due to all the dust and my eyesight being in the state it was.

I suddenly felt a shooting pain in my arm, letting out a scream. I looked, and my arm had been cut open. Thankfully, I took off my shirt and was wearing an undershirt and began to wrap the cut on my arm.

I tried to get up, but my lower body was stuck under the fallen ceiling and walls that had collapsed on me. With my "good" arm, I started to attempt to release myself from the ceiling pieces.

After a couple of hours, I was finally able to free myself. I slowly started limping on the pile of rubble. That was once a house of comfort. I got to where the front door would have been and saw my car. A light pole had fallen onto it and other things. that made up me and the neighbours' houses.

I remembered that my phone was in my pocket as I frantically reached for it. The phone was extremely cracked, but thankfully it still worked to an extent. I started calling my mom's number, and when she didn't answer, I tried my sisters, but I got no answer from her either. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and began to think.

First things first, I need to get to a hospital or any medical center, I thought to myself, slowly walking down the street. I started looking around for a bike or an open car that wasn't crushed.

After about an hour of walking in the nearest hospital's direction, I saw a golf course. I went in, and I began to look around, and there it was in the middle of the field, a golf cart. A half-smile appeared on my face as I quickened my pace to get to the cart.

I finally arrived at the hospital, but the last bit of hope escaped as I saw the empty building filled with dead bodies. I walked around, covering all my breathing holes because of the horrid stench. As I walked around, I came across the storage room. I walked in and searched the shelves for medicine for the pain, but I came saw a medical stapler instead.

I took the stapler off of the shelf and began to look at it knowing that I couldn't leave the wound in my arms open. I opened the stapler gun's packaging and tried to hold back my sobs. I put a small towel that I found folded on the shelf between my teeth. I cleaned out the wound first with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Tears ran down my face as my screams began to hurt my throat as I poured the bottle all over the wound. I began to calm down, and the fact that I am in this much pain I haven't even stapled the wound yet sends shivers down my spine.

I made direct eye contact with the stapler, and I slowly began stapling up the wound. It surprisingly did not hurt as much as the rubbing alcohol, but I'm not complaining.

I rubbed on some of the ointment on the shelves and rubbed it over the cut after making sure that's what it was for. I got up and picked up a pair of crutches because of my limp.

I walked out of the room and began walking around the hospital, looking for anyone that could have been there. I got to the cafeteria, and I saw a man standing still in the middle of the room.

"Hello, Sir?" I called out.