HURRICANE HELL
Story: DANNY
By Ryan Manjarrez







































“Mommy help!” I screamed as I sit alone in this desolate plane of a world. No longer is it a story to tell for fun, it is my story of my life in this hell of a hurricane.
I will start in the beginning, and I hope you will listen.
PART I:
THE BEGINNING
Chapter I:
THE HURRICANE





“ ‘Danny!’ my mom yelled
‘I was with my friends.’
I was six. Plenty of friends and my life was perfect!”

‘Where were you!?!’ my mother was still yelling at me.
‘With my friends, why?’
‘The hurricane is coming in a couple of months we need to get to Mexico.’ In hysteria my mother was screaming.
‘Where is Mexico and mom please stop yelling at me, you never yell to anyone.’
‘Don’t tell me to stop yelling young man! So just go on and start packing.’ My mother still yelling.”
“I was never in much trouble at school. I am very peaceful and caring. I never thought anyone should have to die. Back then I was really sure all this was true. I had not really known the essence of survival. Never needed it………. Until now. The number one rule is kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. To hunt or to become the hunted. Not many civilized humans know that. Not then, not now, not ever. Being surrounded by technology people stopped venturing outside, and slowly began to lose survival skills.”

“I slowly began packing wondering why mother was so freaked out about this HURICANE. What is a hurricane anyway. Soon after she leased a truck. Okay maybe it took a couple of months. It didn’t seem that long then because I was busy playing my Elmo video game. I used to live in the up. So travel to México probably would have taken a while. I couldn’t believe all the traffic we hit on the way. I looked up, and said ‘What a nice sky. Not a cloud in sight.’
“BOOOOOM -CRACKLE!!! A huge clap of thunder sounded. I counted the next time between the lighting flashed and the thunder clapped.”
“1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10..BOOOOooOM -CRACKLE!!! ‘
’Mom the storm is ten miles away.’”
“’Okay.’” she said.
“then it started to get cloudy. I counted two minuets later. 1...2...3...BOOOOOM-CRACKEL !!
‘Mom the storm is three miles away.’
‘Danny please get out of the car.’ My mother said calmly.
‘Okay?’ I said with a weird expression on my face.
‘Try to follow the truck, okay?’
You’re leaving me here?’ I screamed.
‘What? No. I would never do something so rude.’ she said ‘I love you, you mean the world to me. Why would I leave you? Do you trust me?’
‘Okay’ I said ‘I trust you.’
‘I will never leave you during this hurricane. I’ll always be by your side. No matter what.’ she assured me.’”
“Sure enough that assured me. I thought I would be with her my whole life.
So she started going towards a bridge. She went through two ditches and every thing. The car almost sank in the mud that she crossed and she was probably going close to 80. Nearly flipped the truck too. But we got there and parked the truck right outside of the bridge. I understand now why she said to get out. Cars were still flying by and my mom made me go in and be careful. We had discovered a utility closet about halfway into the tunnel.
‘I’m going to get some supplies so you just stay put. I am coming back.’
‘You promise?’
‘Yes I do’”
“So I let her go to get our supplies. First she brought my companion Mr. teddy with some food. Extra light bulbs, coloring, books and crayons for us to wait out the storm. Right when she left the very last time I saw her. Sniff, sniff.” as I stifled a sob.
“My mom then said, ‘Whatever you do stay here. I promise I will try to come back.’”
“And that is when she left. She needed to get some of our clothes and cleaning stuff. She left. A few minutes later came a vibrations. Very serious vibrations. Then I heard something by the door and a faint voice; ‘I L-O-V-E Y-O-U, A-N-D A-L-W-A-Y-S W-I-L-L!’ then it disappeared. All of a sudden rattling like no other came and started terrorizing me. It kept coming and I did not know what had happened other than me crying. Then out of nowhere the rattling just stopped. I opened up the door and looked out. There was a soft whistle then a huge gust of wind that knocked me down, then a screech of metal and a semi was being launched at me. It came closer. Every fey meters it came to me I felt more wind and before I knew it I was running towards the shed. I dived to it and didn’t make it. The semi hit the door when I was halfway in my legs were broken and I couldn’t do anything but cry.”
“After an hour or so the crashing stopped and I emerged looked both ways and listened for a whistling noise, nothing. I limped out and found my way to the semi that hit me it was on top of my truck. My mom want in there and that made me feel better. I looked in and grabbed the first-aid kit. I looked up. The sky red with lighting bolts going around continuously. The lighting was unnerving and what creped me out the most was when black holes and fire started bursting from the sky. It was like out of control. As I looked around me I just now noticed the red hue all around me. Then I saw an arc of tornadoes. The arc was really a circle. There were tornadoes all around me. I realized that the eye was one big circle with tornadoes lining it. I limped closer to the shed. I look down for hearing and feeling something squishing under my feet. I saw mud. I look up the rain had started. I limped as fast as I could back to the shed. My tracks already filling themselves with water. The rain felt like a never-ending torrent. As I limped back I cried all the way knowing my mother broke her promise. She broke her promise and left me. Then I thought harder and realized she didn’t leave me she got loss in the storm.”

“I was outside the shed when I started thinking weather I should stay to die or live.
I cried more at the thought. I thought and decided that I would find her no matter how long it takes. Then my bulb faded got really bright and went out. I reached up and grabbed the bulb, for night was approaching soon, twisted it out and grabbed the light bulb in my backpack. I happened to be in such desolation that when I changed the light bulbs the hot one was in my hand. The burning touch of the bulb licked and tore my skin, burrowing down into my nerves and I felt nothing. Nothing but a longing for my mother. I loathed it. I loathed it for no reason at all, except that I needed something to hate. So I hated it. I hated it with all of my soul. I saw faces of my friends and family in the glass. Just the way my mind perceived it. The way it did made me angry. Not only angry but a sad, longing feeling. I couldn’t take it any longer. I gave in and threw it hard against the wall. It shattered and I was hit with shrapnel. I did not cry. I could not cry. My eyes were dry and so were my supplies. I decided to stay inside for the remainder of the storm. When it is over hopefully my leg will be healed. So I spread out my bed roll that I got for Christmas and I fell asleep.”

“As I dreamt I felt horrible, then I saw a huge mountain. I climbed it. As I climbed I saw the story of my life. To tell you the truth the huge mountain was really a small hill. I was at the top with a lump in my throat, thinking about everything I lost at home. I looked over the edge of the edge of the hill and saw it was a cliff. I realized that I could get down faster than I could climb up. I looked at the cliff and it was like I could end my life faster than it takes to create it. So I was turning around ready to free-fall. I heard three voices. They were in unison.
‘Daniel! I am here to guide you through the rest of your life.’
‘Ok.’
‘Daniel you must head southward. You will need to find 3 people in order to live with peace in your mind. Each one will take you to another person. You could stay here and die lonely or you could find peace within yourself with other people.’
‘B-b-but I don’t know where to go or how to get there. I will probably get scared. I don’t know what to…’
‘SNAP OUT OF IT! You will do just fine just follow your heart and you’ll be alright.’
‘Ok I’ll try my hardest!’”

“Out of nowhere a large hand reached toward me. I flinched before it opened itself to reveal something in its palm. A little metallic object. The hand let me grab and examine the object before I put it away in the Ninja Turtles backpack. The hand slowly retreated. Right before I turned around the hand shot forward twisted and turned itself into an open palm and gently pushed me off. I screamed for everything seemed so real.”
“I hit the ground only to relize I was on the floor of the shed screaming and crying on the ground. Nothing could compare with the feeling of lonliness, not even a broken bone. The wind rattled the door a little and then it stopped. I looked out because my leg felt like I could play soccer again. I got up and just jumped up. I felt wonderfull. I took another step and fell over ever so fast. Slaming my face into the ground. I could not tell how long I was in there but it fell like it was forever. I tried getting up, tried getting out, tried breaking out, tried letting myself free! No matter how much I tried ,though, I could not break free of the grasping pain of the leg. I let out of scream of agony not even noticing. The pain was too great. I had too it was all up to my own will power and its limits was just high enough. I stood.”
“Although I wasn’t going to test all of my physical limitsand try to leave this shed. NO! NOT A SHED! Its more than just a shed it is my home. The home that I have become grown to the shelter of the outside world. I need this shed. If in order to break free from this shelter I need streangth. I will stay into this shelter untill my leg heals. There is only one problem with this though. I have no more food. My food source is diminishing. The only chance for survival is to flee. Flee from this home. This shelter. If I don’t my shelter home will kill me.I will starve.”
“I then decided to try to walk in place. I took a step forward and fell again. There is not enough streanght in me to keep me going.it hurt so bad. I stood up again. ‘I will try to make it to the door’ I kept telling myself. I eventualy did. I opened door slightly and poked my head out. Scanning the area I noticed that the storm was over but I was smart and decided to stay inside longer. In truth I was scared of what might be out there. I grabbed Mr. Bear and started talking to my only companion. ‘Mr. Bear what do you I should do right now? Im thinking stay in here and hope to feel better or go out side and try to find food?’ I would say. And then I would wait for an ancwer from my teddy. And wait, and wait. ‘fine if ur not gonna ancwer, Oh! What whas that? You think I should find food? To make my leg heal I need food? I guess so. But… ok?”
“In the state I was in I was delusional thinking Mr. Bear could talk it was realy my own instinks. I still cant belive I listened to him. Maby it wasn’t him or my instinks. Maby it was a forgotten memory or dream?Either way I don’t care. I listened and left after 2 days.”
“I was in the shed for the 2 days trying to keep myself strong and trying to gain enough stamina to walk through this pain in my leg. It was getting harder and harder. I gave up on the pain. I started to walk towards the door. I made a game. If I fell I would go and retry. If I got there I would have to come back and grab my stuff. I would try 5 times a day at least. On my second day I did it. I completed the small journey in two days. I was proud. I kept doin it. Outside it was looking late so I decided to stay here for the night. I slept soundly first time since I was here. I ws tired, but then again I didn’t know what tired was yet. I left first thing in the morning.”
“I thought it would be harder than this leaving my only protection, but no Mr. Bear was there he would make it better my urge. Along with my Lost Mother no-doughtedly. It was hard. Those days I spent trying to walk about the tiny little crawlspace, no. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The area inside the shelter, as I will call it now, was level. It had to be level, if it wasn’t the electrical supply would be off. And it wasn’t. I had an easy time walking on it. Now all I have is gravel no concrete its all shattered. The buildings have colappsed and the briges ripped from its own bindings, its backbone. Im waslkng in those ruins. The ruins that was once a highway. The ruins of a once populated city. All of this is gone and will be gone for a while.”
“Treading lightly I see a sign. Petosky 28 miles ahead.I decided to take the road knowing that help might come by the road. I tried my hardest to follow it. I still wonder why the roads are so twisted. Why couldn’t they just be built straight. I follow the road still. I have the idea. But I don’t know if the that was just a dream or it was just real.”