The Outsiders Narrative
Johnny
It was a big lid. All those years I believed he was gone forever. All those months I spent crying alone in my room, reading about his adventures he wrote down for me. Only to find out that he was still there. Anywhere. But there.
Johnny, that’s what I decided to call my new furry friend, barked in his sleep. It seemed like he was dreaming. I did not want to wake him up.
I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Down here in my hideout, the air was a lot cooler than outside. I spent a lot of time down here, trying to make contact with other survivors through this radio station. But I did not expect to find him. I heard his voice again.
“My name is Leonardo Smith. Are there any survivors?“ I did not manage to respond. This could …show more content…
The big thing. I’m not trying to overdramatise something, I swear. It was a big thing. I’m not talking about the spring break, my first kiss, meeting my celebrity crush, or anything else a normal teenage girl would refer to as a big thing. It was the apocalypse. The literal apocalypse.
I ran out of the house when thousands of meteors fell from the sky. I can’t remember what happened after that.
When I woke up, I found myself in the middle of a lonely desert. There were no buildings, people or plants. My throat burned because I was so thirsty. After finding a broken satellite dish, I figured out that the houses had to be somewhere under the sand. I dogged down beside it and it wasn’t too long until I found the top of the roof. I managed to break one of the windows and climb down into the house. Luckily, I found a lot of water bottles and some food that still looked kind of edible.
It was the same house, where I found Johnny. His leg was trapped under a closet and the poor dog whimpered the whole time. I searched for a first aid kit after I had freed him and tried to make a bandage around his leg, to avoid more loss of …show more content…
“You seem to have missed a lot of stuff. Do not worry, we have your coordinates. I will come down to you and pick you up. There is a lot to explain.” There sure was a lot to explain. All of the sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Picking me up? My grandfather, who I thought was dead and who probably did still think that I was dead, was about to meet me? I jumped out of my chair, walking up and down through the tiny room. Johnny woke up because I made such a noise while panicking from one corner of the room to another. “I’m sorry, my dear”, I said, walking up to him and petting his
It was a big lid. All those years I believed he was gone forever. All those months I spent crying alone in my room, reading about his adventures he wrote down for me. Only to find out that he was still there. Anywhere. But there.
Johnny, that’s what I decided to call my new furry friend, barked in his sleep. It seemed like he was dreaming. I did not want to wake him up.
I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Down here in my hideout, the air was a lot cooler than outside. I spent a lot of time down here, trying to make contact with other survivors through this radio station. But I did not expect to find him. I heard his voice again.
“My name is Leonardo Smith. Are there any survivors?“ I did not manage to respond. This could …show more content…
The big thing. I’m not trying to overdramatise something, I swear. It was a big thing. I’m not talking about the spring break, my first kiss, meeting my celebrity crush, or anything else a normal teenage girl would refer to as a big thing. It was the apocalypse. The literal apocalypse.
I ran out of the house when thousands of meteors fell from the sky. I can’t remember what happened after that.
When I woke up, I found myself in the middle of a lonely desert. There were no buildings, people or plants. My throat burned because I was so thirsty. After finding a broken satellite dish, I figured out that the houses had to be somewhere under the sand. I dogged down beside it and it wasn’t too long until I found the top of the roof. I managed to break one of the windows and climb down into the house. Luckily, I found a lot of water bottles and some food that still looked kind of edible.
It was the same house, where I found Johnny. His leg was trapped under a closet and the poor dog whimpered the whole time. I searched for a first aid kit after I had freed him and tried to make a bandage around his leg, to avoid more loss of …show more content…
“You seem to have missed a lot of stuff. Do not worry, we have your coordinates. I will come down to you and pick you up. There is a lot to explain.” There sure was a lot to explain. All of the sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Picking me up? My grandfather, who I thought was dead and who probably did still think that I was dead, was about to meet me? I jumped out of my chair, walking up and down through the tiny room. Johnny woke up because I made such a noise while panicking from one corner of the room to another. “I’m sorry, my dear”, I said, walking up to him and petting his