I felt like crying. Everything that I had known had gone. My friends, my family... my daughter. 

Stop that, I told myself. Your daughter has not gone. Your going to find her. I couldn't accept the fact that it was possible she had been destroyed along with the world. It wasn't an option, that my brain could process.

Just then, I heard a noise come from a pile of bricks. Something was moving underneath them. I ran over, as fast as I could.

"Hello!" I shouted. "Do you need help!  Is someone there!" I started to move the bricks away,  clawing at the rubble. I wasn't alone. I wasn't the only survivor. 

"Don't worry. I'm getting you out of there! Hold On!" I yelled. Tears were pouring down my cheeks, washing away the dirt and ash that had rested there. 

"move. move. hurt. hurt." 

I could hear something, which only made me dig faster. I was not loosing any one else.

"hungry. food. hurt. hurt." 

I carried on digging, but I knew something wasn't right. Surely if you were stuck under the rubble you wouldn't be asking for food, right? And somehow, it didn't seem like I could hear the voice. I could hear the words, but not the sound.

As I was lifting the bricks up, a mouse ran over my hand. 

"move. hurt. food. move." 

The sound voice got quieter as the mouse scuttled further away. I couldn't believe it. There wasn't anyone else, it was just a mouse. I didn't even question how I could hear it, that didn't seem to matter. It was like I had been left alone, all over again. 

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