Maia Puriculli Callau shares her extension writing.

Perplexed. My body aching like never before. Against my chest my worn out heart is pumping, tattered and over used. It hurt to think of think past, remind me of the many things the shouldn't have happened. Everything around me was gone, destroyed never again to be seen by the human eye. The only fraction of energy I would of used to heave myself up off the cracked dry earth now wiped the air out of me leaving me panting in this wilderness. The air was dry and withered leaving just the remains of bomb shells and the marks of my long lost friends ringing in the air……

Somewhere amongst this emptiness a cry was heard; breaking the silence, cutting the air. Everything stopped and for a second I felt nothing in me not even the reassuring sound of my crushed yet reliable heart.

There it was again, that unbearable sound that froze everything in its paths. It seemed to petrify everything for a split second and then as if nothing had ever happened life came back, my soul came back pumping the blood into the pale gaps of my body. At least now I still had a chance.

Time had passed, who knows how long? Could be days, could be months or could be years but one thing was for sure, time had passed. This wasn’t just a game of hide and seek this was real and my hopes weren’t getting any better as the clock ticked by and still no sign of life other than my frail body was to be seen with the naked eye.

I felt deflated. I knew I had reached my end, even if I might not be a hundred years old or if I might not of achieved that long list I had planned for before I die. Slowly I sank my body into the sand and just as I closed my eyes I heard the sound of cars ringing in the distance……with my heart pounding I gasped for air yelling with all my might but all that came out was a dry withered gasp.