Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his …show more content…
brains flew.
A streak of blackened blood led straight to his intact brain, still lying in the ditch, wet and drenched in oil. My mind went blank and instead of terrified, it grew in curiosity. This was the day that I came to a realization. My whole view of life had changed. I saw how fragile the human body is and how easily a person’s consciousness can be wisped away. I was granted the position of sergeant in the Civil Defense, a subdivision of the Dominican military. I have seen macabre things before, a man nearly stabbed to death, another beaten senseless, but no event came close to the intensity of this one. The coroner had arrived from the city. I was asked to assist him in the disposal of Popeye’s body. I was picked because I wasn’t afraid of the body. I was looked down upon, my family could not understand how a 14 year old boy
could show such emptiness to the sight of a mutilated body. I looked past this and continued to fuel mind curiosity. I asked for classes that involved science in hope to be able to understand why I am the way that I am. I could not find any answer to my questions. Information was thrown at me about mental disorders and theories on human nature. At one point I thought that i was crazy and that there wasn't anything that I could do with my life. It was until one of my teachers saw my interest in the dead. He introduced me to one of his friends who had many years as a mortician. She oriented me of what her occupation was and how her lifestyle revolved around it. Everything felt right and in it’s place. I gave myself time to adjust to my thoughts and understand the task I was going to undertake. I accept it and now I want to go through with it. This choice is only mine to make, although I was influenced by previous events in my life, I could of chosen a different path. This path is one that is not walked on frequently, it will make all the difference. In my final analysis, I choose to be a mortician because I have been surrounded by death my whole life. It is a fact that everyone will give in and perish. Instead of ignoring what is evident, I will acknowledge it and study it. I hope to grow in knowledge of a subject that others choose to not teach because it’s frightening. I feel that it is something that has always been apart of me, I just needed time to find it.
BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
Tom and Benny Imura live in a post-apocalyptic world where zombies have taken over most of the land and the remaining human survivors stay locked behind tall walls or fences. Benny is about to turn 15, and in the survivor town of Mountainside, that means he must get a job or he would lose half his rations. His older brother Tom wants him to join the family business. Tom is a renowned zombie hunter. But Benny isn’t interested in having anything to do with his brother, even if he “got to whack some real zoms” (Maberry, 2011, Ch. 1). He thinks Tom is a coward—after all, his first memory is of Tom taking him and running, leaving his mother to die on First Night. She had been wearing a white dress with red sleeves, and he remembered she was screaming (Maberry Ch. 40). He idolizes the other bounty hunters who live in town. They’re so much cooler than Tom, they’ve killed thousands of zombies and they make lots of ration dollars. But after hating every job he tried, Benny finally breaks down and asks Tom for a job. When Tom brings Benny with him to the ruin for the first time, Benny learns that he had it all wrong. Nothing is at all what he thought it was.
“Grrrraaaahhh” someone behind me yelled. I yelped loudly as I jumped and turned sharply around. There stood another zombie with a bright red mask who was also wearing a dark black cloak. But this zombie had a bloody axe in one hand causing me to scream very loudly. As I bolted in the opposite direction back out the entrance. I ran in between 2 of the arcade booths, then looked over my shoulder and sighed in relief as I realized this zombie hadn’t followed me.
Tien Minh and I walked for a while and talked about different things until we heard a loud sound and people screaming in the distance. As we stood there, I wondered who those screams came from. Was it my mother? The other women and children working in the rice field? Out of fear, I ran back toward the village leaving Tien Minh behind. Once I neared the village, I noticed it was completely destroyed by some sort of explosion. The huts were no longer standing but rather deracinated from the ground below them and some villagers laid unconscious, or dead, while others huddled together in disbelief. Suddenly, another explosion occurred only a short distance away from me. I fell to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of what I then realized was a bomb. When I regained my senses, I saw that the villagers were running past me in a frantic fashion. Out of panic, I tried to run, but my entire body was covered in a thick, sticky substance that caused my skin to burn profusely. Because I couldn’t endure the pain, I stripped off my cotton shorts and tank top and began running. Fear and panic caused me to run faster, fast enough to where I caught up to Tien Minh who was a short distance ahead of me. As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure that I
The faded voices of choir singers are muffled by a roaring explosion. The sounds from the crumbling building spread down the block. Worn-down bricks, knocked out from underneath each another. Shards of colored glass, shot into the air. Chucks of wood and rubbish litter the sidewalk. Thick smoke and fearful screams saturate the air. A mother’s worse nightmare.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
On 8-9-2017 at about 0245 hrs I received a call, via my department issued cell phone, from the Auburn Police Department’s Record Department. The call was a pre-recorded message, which advised that I was being requested to responded to the Auburn Police Department as part of the Crime Scene Responds Team. I contacted the Auburn Records Department, who confirmed that I was being requested to responded to the departments as part of the crime scene unit.
Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the perfect surroundings to leave one's mind blank... or insane.
What was my role in a mock trial? I was a juror on both days to be exact. My job was to take notes and listen to both sides of the case, the prosecution and the defense team. I thought that being a juror would be fun, but it’s really not. Its hard to judge somebody knowing that your decision would prove this person guilty or not guilty, and knowing that your decision will change this person’s life forever. This is what happens to a juror/ jury when they’re listening to a case and then have to decide on a verdict.
I entered the jury deliberation not guilty, and I left not guilty. I remained not guilty despite the pressure from my fellow jurors to “compromise” at a second degree murder verdict (which was not a compromise from my perspective at all) or to go all the way up to a first degree murder charge. I thought that this case was an easy “not guilty.” It definitely was not.
An orange, white, and brown color shot across my screen. I saw the blood, and I heard the screams of the countless people who had been visibly injured. I saw what one or two people could ruin countless people's lives. I could see people being carted into the ambulance, screaming and yelling that their legs had been blown off. Then I thought a horrible thing… I could have been killed or injured too. When I had heard of things on the news they seemed almost surreal. This would never happen to me, but now something had happened, so close to me. I would have been at that place that got bombed If Maya didn’t want to take a nap. I thought about how my life could be taken in an instant and I could do nothing to stop
When I was merely thirteen years old, my boyfriend never seemed to comprehend the word no. But I never seemed to comprehend that I was capable of leaving him and escaping the relationship that brought nothing but destruction and desolation to my life. Out of fear, I stayed. And I stayed. And I stayed. For three and a half years, I was unable to build up the courage to break away and live my own life the way I craved. For three and a half years, I felt so depressed and alone that I even considered ending my own life.
Guilty. I felt so guilty that day. The day I was embarrassed in front of my class. That day made me feel so guilty about what I did to her. Her name was June, the same name as mine. And what I did, I wish I could take back….forever. It was when I bullied her. I had made her feel the pain and sorrow I had felt. My life isn’t perfect, and me putting all the pain onto her made me feel gloomy. I felt like my family...rough and not caring about anyone. So now, I plan to make things right.
As a child growing up; you are told to respect your elders, follow the rules, and be a kid. Some children, if not all, have some bumps in the road. Surely, most of us have rebelled at times; as a way to communicate to our parents. However, sometimes children’s actions can be a result of an accident, but deemed to be intentional. We all have had a time ,as children, when we were in trouble but it wasn’t our fault.
As we drove along the dark road, all I could think about was my cozy bed. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and Allan states, “Oh my God that was a gunshot.” I thought he was insane because I use the road we were on almost every day and nothing has ever happened. It wasn 't until his mother yelled, “Drive faster!”