Thomas Narrative

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I don’t have a lot of time to talk. A bomb just went off and a dog is chasing me. Other than that, my day’s been good. I got to see an old friend and see my mother off to her train. I’m running faster than the dog, too. Although my birthday could be better, I didn’t get any cake. I really regret wearing this thick sweater, the heat from the bomb is intense. My clothes are singed and the crumbling walls aren’t making me any less worried about being trapped in a fiery inferno. The one who set off the bomb is my old friend. His name’s Thomas, and I could say a few words about how I feel about him right now. I didn’t know he had a dog, the one barking not too far behind me. I don’t know how it can find me through all this. I hope Thomas doesn’t care about his dog too much. I…show more content…
She kneels and brings my back off the ground. She unwrapps my blood-stained bandages and replaces them with new ones. “Hi,” she says. “Hi,” I repeat. It’s quiet for a while before she talks again. “What’s your name?” she says. “Gwen.” “I’m Tara,” she says, “Your bandages are done.” She tears off the last of them and looks at me expectantly. “How long have I been here?” I ask. “A day or so,” she says, “took me a while to drag you here.” “Um, thanks?” “You took a nasty fall, your leg’s broken.” I peer at my leg. No skin’s broken. Thank god. “I need to make a splint,” Tara says, motioning to the piece of wood. “Okay,” I mutter. “You need to be able to walk soon,” she says, “We need to move out of here.” A thought occurs to me. “I think I know a place,” I say. “Are you sure you know where it is?” Tara asks. “Positive,” I say. She’s said that at least twelve times in the last twenty minutes. The forest is bigger than I thought. Luckily, it’s also closer to home. The frigid air makes it hard to breathe. The make-shift crutch is getting stuck in vines. Although I still have Tara’s jacket, she doesn’t mention the cold weather. “Positive?” she

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