[ FF ] 5 minute speedwrite : In a war-torn city , a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier , enemy or friend , you chose , and then the bombs start to drop again

Start: 17:45 GMT 
 
 
 
 It's dark. It's cold. I do n't have a clue where I am and I think I'm bleeding somewhere, because my hands are sticky and everything feels numb. I'm knee deep in bricks and lilac dust and I think it used to be a house but I'm not quite sure. *Keep it together, for fuck's sake. * Ca n't remember the last time I ate. What's my name? W-What's my name? Where am I? I think I'm bleeding somewhere because my hands are sticky. Can I move? Am I stuck? Did the house come down on top of me? I try and move around, swinging my arms in a circle. I have to stop because my right shoulder jerks so hard I cry out into the dark. 
 
 
 `` Hello?'' Someone is calling from above me. `` Hello, is someone there?'' 
 
 
 I shout my voice hoarse and suddenly light floods into my prison. I screech and hiss. When was the last time I saw light? 
 
 
 `` Jesus!'' I can not see who is talking. The light shines around their form, like an angel surrounded by light. 
 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' I'm whimpering - is that me? I think I'm bleeding somewhere because my hands are sticky an- 
 
 
 `` Let's get you out of there...'' The figure says, and a green gloved hand is stretched down towards me. My hand, when it stretches back, is red. 
 
 
 I think I'm bleeding somewhere. My hands, my hands... We scrabble at each other's fingers. His face looms towards me. He is afraid. He does not look me in the eyes. What can he see? 
 
 
 
 Noise. Noise. Screams. 
 
 
 It is dark. I think I am bleeding... somewhere. 
 
 
 
 End: 17.50 GMT
