*Amelia*
I am sobbing hysterically, calling for help, but receiving no answer. I am lost and alone. This is a nightmare worse than I could ever have imagined.
Luckily, the aftershock only sends down more dust, and I hear something being upset to my right, but all in all, things remain the same. I am not sure if it is good or bad.
I try to breathe in deeply, knowing that getting panicked will only make things worse. I have to keep quiet, and listen so I can call for help if someone comes near.
I just wish I had water; my throat is extremely dry from all the dust and I know that not having water will be my first problem.
I close my eyes, thinking about Cory. I pray for him to be okay, hoping against all odds that we will be together again soon.
I imagine his warm, beautiful eyes and hi
