Searching For Safety

The sound drew us closer. We didn’t run away from the noise that we knew would change our lives forever. We ran faster and saw the young man from earlier, dead. His siblings standing near him as they sob profusely. The young man who died was definitely seventeen-years-old and his younger siblings quite young. Heidi and I run towards them. We pick them up, as they cry, and pull them along to safety.

We drag them to an abandoned house close-by.

When they calm down, we decide to ask them some questions about their lives so we can care for them better.

“So,”I say kindly as I wipe their tears and give them some food and water, “can you tell us your names?” “We aren’t supposed to trust people,”a young girl says quietly, “our brother told us not to.” “But your brother told us to care for you if anything happened to him,”Heidi says calmly. The young girl nods and says, “I remember.”