I dragged my feet against the ground. A muddy area in front of me. Everything was destroyed by the ashes from the volcano. The unexpected eruption caused a massive amount of chaos and panic around my hometown. I didn't have time to take any food. All I had with me was my mattress. It was weighing me down, making it harder to walk, but it was worth it. I wanted to have something warm to sleep on. I carefully paced through the wreckage avoiding the stones in my way. Smoke slowly drifted in the wind, blowing towards me. My nose kept sniffing in the fumes from the burning wood in the forest of trees behind me. I had no idea where to go next. I lived there for all my life, I couldn’t bear to leave. I could see people in a distance trying to escape for their lives. They didn’t have anything with them. Not even a bed to sleep on. Suddenly, I had a special warm feeling inside me, like the hope I had to survive.
