Part 1 Chapter 1 The Bomb

I was only six years old when it happened, when my parents died. It was the start of the war it was one of the first bombs dropped  and we were going to move away the very next day. We were just packing up the the last things when the alarm went off, we didn't even know where we were going, all we knew was that we had to get away as soon as possible. When we heard the alarm we just panicked, in spite of all the practice runs we did. We were nearly at the air raid shelter but I tripped and my parents didn't notice until they were inside, that was what saved me. They held the door open for me then the bomb fell into the shelter. My parents tried to escape but they were to late the air raid shelter protected me but from the inside out and my parents were gone. For weeks I sleepwalked through life I was traumatized, I just couldn't take it in that my parents were dead I couldn't imagine life without my parents yet I was experiencing it. It was finding the baby that woke me up, he was just lying there in the street crying and I just couldn't leave him there so I took him with me. It was only then that I realized that I didn't actually know where I was going since my parents had died I hadn't had a clue what I was doing, all my brain had known was that I had to find food, and that my parents were dead. In the end I decided to to head over the border witch luckily my family had lived very near to.