Last One Standing

Astrids POV

I led my mother down a dark hallway. The house kept shaking and part of the house had already been destroyed. We arrived at the door at the end of the hall. It was completely made out of metal.

I opened it quickly and we stepped inside. Small grey couches rested on each side with a small table in the middle. There was also a small fridge filled with food and water.

"I have to go out there and help," I told my mother as I handed her a water bottle. Her blonde hair sticking up in every direction she looked exhausted.

"I think it's best if you stay here. You are still recovering... anything could go wrong". Rolling my eyes I sat next to my mother my pacing coming to a stop.

"I can't just sit here and not do anything. This is my fight to finish" I complained. I was grateful for the amount of help it was receiving. But I lusted for action, the need was becoming unbearable.