Creative Writing: Fahrenheit 451

The Fire raged in the fearless dark, as the glowing eyes from the owls watched them as they slept. No sound besides the wind and the soft breathing from Montag and the rest of the group. The air was full of fog and smoke, to the point you couldn't see your hands. But the sun was rising and Montag awoke with fear running down his spine.

“What am I supposed to do,” Montag jumped to his feet. “I'm in the middle of the woods, with the cops after me, the hound still trying to kill me, and everyone I knew is dead.” The others woke from his aggressive speech, wonder what he going on about.

“Don't worry,” Granger trying to calm Montag. “I’m sure the cops think you're dead, and the hound probably got torn apart in the explosion.”

“But what

Where to?”

Montag thought to himself cluelessly. Trying to figure out a plan he gazed upon the once grand city he used to live, now blow to hell with debris scattered throughout the streets. “Faber!” Montag screamed to himself. “Faber will know what to do.”

“Faber should be a pile of bones in a thousand foot grave by now Montag. It will be risky going back in there for a chance to find him. The city will be full of police trying to find survivors, and if they see you…”

“Yeah I know. But he is my best bet to figuring out my next move.” Montag walked back over to the group of men still sleeping on the ground. “Wake up!” he yelled. “I’m in the need of some assistance. I’m trying to find my friend that was in the city when it was bombed. I have a feeling he might still be alive somewhere, but I’m going to need help getting through the police.” Most of the men said they would be better off in the woods where it’s safe, but one man stood up.

“The names Edgar, Edgar poe. I would be happy to help. I Also have this here six shooter if that would come in

“Well let's get started. Were going to have to find a way around those search police and helicopters,” Montag stated.

“The high powered rifle in my basement that I dropped will come in handy,” Faber suggested. “I'll go get grab it.” Faber came back up with the rifle and gave it to Montag

“We will use the darkness to our advantage,” Montag said. “Just stay close and let Faber lead the way. And keep your eyes peeled for police and only shoot if you have too.” They all hurried out the door, and started to race through the night. The helicopters were scattered upon the sky, with giant search lights dripping down from the bottom of them. The sound of searchers filled the streets, talking back and forth.

“Have you found anything yet?” Cried one of the searchers.

“No still looking!” The voices carried on for about an hour when Faber had almost lead the group to the edge of the city. Still being cautious, they scattered through alleys and buildings looking for searchers on every corner. They were only about a mile out from the edge when Edgar fell to his knees yelling in pain. The group stopped and Granger ran over to him.

“I think it’s broken,” Edgar said with a tear running down his face. His bone had completely split and was sticking out of his