Ezekiel
Sirens are blaring, and my eyes sting.
“EVE!!” My throat hurts, and all I smell is blood, burned fuel, and charred metal. The skin on my right arm feels hot, and my left one is one slap of pain. Someone coughs behind me, and I try moving my head, my vision still hazy. Something moves close to my head, and I struggle to look over there. A clump of dark red hair sways in the wind.
“Hayden…” My voice breaks off when my eyes fall on what lies beside him. The boot is still on. The patch on the side my mom made for me is still attached. I stare at my left leg for a while until the searing pain and steady trickle wake me up. I make a tourniquet out of scrap next to me, my left arm almost giving out. Hayden groans next to me, and I see someone else move under a big piece of metal from
