Alive Descriptive Writing

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I was wondering, why? Why was I alive? I was the one to be alive, when so many died. Everyone, old, young, rich, poor, gentlemen and sailors. So much death makes fear and fear makes supposition. I was sitting in a hospital, the floor was a blinding white, tiles place together with inches apart. It was so clean you can eat off it. It was all that I can look at, as well as my penny loafers. Ragged and scruffy, a huge contrast of what beauty I step on. Sometimes times I glance up and look at the infected zombies that inhabited this sanctuary. The barking voices play in the most disjointed orchestra I had ever heard. Those infected was that was in the waiting room was put behind a glass window. The line to visit someone was shorter than those that was seeking treatment. “Harold Davis, if you can come in and see your sister.” Said the nurse. I got with a amount of speed that tested Hermes himself. I rushed to the door, gust of wind followed me. The cough echo among the empty room, yet it was quiet but strong. …show more content…

You may wish to say goodbye, but if you do put on this mask.” it was a plague mask. Its was a pure white mask, not a smidge of dirt. The nose was long and erect, slashing the thickness of the illness at the brim. I placed the heavy combination of plastic and metal over my narrow pale face. It was like my mother kisses cold, unwanted, and unloving. Glancing over my sister area, it seems like I'm in another world observing, but not feeling it. It was surreal. It was like really good book you're there but not there. “You are the best man I ever met, I love you big brother.” She scraped out her mouth. “ You're there when our mom went insane. And I was married and widowed. You going to take care oh my love child. You did so much for me and Piper, I love

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