Blog #4 - A Heavy Curse
Though he tried to reassure me, Master Gooway was wrong. Yes, we did eventually get out of the elevator, but no one came to help us. After hours of sitting, conversing here and there, and becoming more and more restless by the minute, t he cold sneakily slithered under the crack of the elevator doors, our warm breaths quickly turning to condensation, finally pushing us to our breaking points. In an attempt to force open the doors, Master Gooway placed his hands between them, getting them mostly open when they suddenly snapped shut on his hands, doing enough damage to severely cut his hands, but not break the bones in them. Many failed attempts later and the sight of the city blinded us as our eyes readjusted to the light of the snow-capped disaster. My eyes glazed over over-turned cars, crumbling buildings, scattered branches, and wounded community members. Master Gooway and I quickly realized we were lucky to have been stuck in that elevator, or we may h...