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Alex POV (I'm switchin it up):

I watch as my mom nurses the baby boy that we saved. The baby is okay, just a few scratches. All of a sudden a glint catches my eyes. I look down to see a can of something, I run down the tree and pick up the can. It's a soda bottle. I rush up t he tree and open it. I gulp it down thirstily and hand it to mom. I can see that she is in pain, every time she moves she winces. Mom takes the can and gives some to the baby and then drinks a little and hands it back to me.

"Thank you Alex," she says.

"How are you?" I ask her.

"I'm fine," she replies, and smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"Mom, seriously," I say.

"I'm fine, we're alive. I just hope that dad and Darren and Sam are okay too," I see her eyes water and and hug her to comfort her.

"It'll be okay mom," I say. I look at her, her hair is all messy and her eyes are red from all the salt. Her wounds are the worst though. She's losing blood and even though she might not want to admit it, if we don't get help we'll die. I look around us. The sand is still wet from the tsunami and all around there is destruction. I see fallen trees, cars, house parts, and worse of all, people. There are people and animals lying around in the sand, dead. Some of their families might not even know about it yet. All of a sudden I hear a noise. I look around from my perch on the tree and see people. Actual people. They're walking around, looking though all the wreckage, looking for survivors.

"Here! Over here!" I yell, flailing my arms around. "Mom, there are people!" Mom looks over to see the people an starts to yell too. The people quickly rush over to us. I jump off the tree and talk to them, luckily one of them can translate.

"Are you okay?" the man asks.

"No, my mom is serverly injured and we have a baby who also might be hurt," I explain.

"Do you have any other family?" the man asks.

"Yes, my dad and my two younger brothers are out there somewhere," I say. The man translates to the people.

"I'm Seneca, I can help you guys," Seneca says, extending his hand. I shake it and show them where my mom is. She slowly and painfully makes her way down the tree until she touches the sand, but immediatley she is too weak and has to lean against the tree for support. In her arms is the baby.

"Hello, I'm Seneca," the man introduces himself and my mom shakes his hand.

"Clove, Clove Ludwig," she says.

"We have a medical center that we need to get you to, but it's far away," Seneca says. He sees that she can't walk well and he drags her to the saftey camp. The pain must be excruciating because mom is crying and is screaming in pain.

"Mom, it's okay," I say to her, holding her hand. I can see that she's biting her tongue so she can't scream too loud. A couple times she blacks out, but she always wakes up screaming. Finally we arrive at a tribe.

"Where's the medical center?" I ask. Seneca promised a medical center, not a tribe.

"We have a car, and we can drive you there," he says. Many women imediatley crowd us. They have some type of medicine and they give me some for my scratches to clean them out. I wince from the small pain, but it's over soon. The women crowd mom, trying to clan out her leg. I hear her scream and I know that they put that alcohol thing on it.

"The truck is ready," Seneca says. Everyone lifts up to the trunk and I join her, holding her hand.

"I'm so sorry Alex," she says, crying.

"I love you mom," I say, crying.

"I love you Alex."

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