Hey everybody! This is a really short storie that I wrote and I didn't know if I should continue it. Please give me your opinion! Thanks!

The city that had once been a thriving metropolis now lay in ruins. Some of the buildings where half falling down, and others where just rubble. I looked around a saw a few survivors and I could see their pain, their pain and my own was so prominate that I could almost taste it. The city, Seattle was just a remainder, you couldn't call it a city any more, it was just smoking ruins. People knew that they would eventually get back on their feet but it would not be soon. In mere secounds the place I had known was gone and not coming back. I wanted to scream "Why me? Why us? Why this place? Counldn't you see what you did to us? How could you not care? WHY!" but I could not speak because the anger, fustration, and the horror where coking me. I did't know who was alive and who was dead. I could hear the city crying out the same as I was or as the case maybe how I wanted to, but couldn't. I sat down on the cold hard ground and tried to cry but my eyes where dry and I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep, but I knew that if I slept I might die. I was so cold and I just wanted to see my family, I just wanted everything the way it had been. But there was no going back.