agrument

The main character wakes up from a six-year coma and learns the world is going to end in Four days. He spends the next four days dealing with his past and trying to wrap up his life before the world ends.

Setting: 2030

Main character: Issac Martinez

Age: 27

Introverted

Deaf

From New york

Hispanic

Enjoys reading

Likes nature

Story events

Day one Part 1:He wakes up in the hospital Is signing with the doctor

Day one part 2 : The doctor says they haven't been able to make contact with his family, but is willing to drive with him to check on them. They aren’t home and so they have to spend the rest of the story trying to find them. He tries to text them but he hasn’t received an answer.

Day two: The nurse’s phone is down so they try to go to the closest shelter nearby and try to contact other shelters and family members. Has a memory of before he went into the coma.

Day three: They are still trying to find his family but the center-point of day three will be building their relationship.

Day Four: They finally find out where the family is (upstate) but their car breaks down halfway there.Trying to figure out how to get back, they continue to rehash his past and work up to how he got into the coma.

(Avery)

The world was dark. Where was I? What was I doing here? I felt heavy, every limb in my body weighing a thousand pounds. My eyelids fluttered as I fought to see. When I finally achieved my goal everything was blurry. I tried to lift a hand to wipe the grime from my eyes, but found that my limbs were numb. A woman stood off to the side of the room. She was wearing a blue shirt and matching pants. My sight cleared. A nurse. Her face brightened when she noticed that my eyes were open. Her mouth started moving quickly. I had been deaf my entire life, and it never fazed me. I enjoyed the society I had with others in the deaf community. I longed for the woman to stop gawking and sign something to me. If she even knew how to.

She froze. Then her hands started moving. “Come. We have to go,” she signed. I glared at her. I cannot move, I tried already. She got the message. She left the room and returned with a wheelchair. She painstakingly maneuvered my boy into the chair. Once I was situated, she pushed me out of the room. My chin rested on my shoulder uncomfortably as we veered into the right. Pieces of ceiling and debris were littered about the halls. What had happened here? We reached the elevators, but she turned to the stairs. As she held the door open, she quickly signed, “They are down,” before bringing my wheelchair into the stairwell. I had a bad feeling about this. The woman seemed to have the same thought. She scratched her neck sheepishly. Snapping her fingers, she started to pace. I followed her with my eyes.

The ground shook. The nurse’s face paled. She nodded, resolved. Turning the wheelchair round, she began to walk down backwards. The bump of the stairs jostled my body, though I couldn’t feel it. I found myself entering a garage backwards. I glared at the woman behind me. She signed, “Sorry, couldn’t figure out a different way.” She pushed me toward a white car. The ground shook again and I caught a glimpse of the sky as she stopped me by one of the doors. Dark gray clouds stained red. Something loomed in the sky like an omen. What was that?

(Alexis)

She looked at me and said, “The world is ending, there is a huge asteroid coming to earth and it is hitting us hard.” We are in New York city, and I need to find my family. The nurse helping me out of the hospital mentioned that she could not get a hold of my family which is understandable because an asteroid is hitting earth. I cannot help but think about my family and what they are going through. I just woke up from a coma and I am having a panic attack. They have been living in this for God knows how long. I proceeded to ask my nurse for help finding them and she was a little hesitant at first because the hospital was the busiest it has ever been. There are people coming into the hospital left and right with injuries from the asteroid. She proceeded to tell me “I will drive you to your family” I am thinking she is willing to because there are few people who I can communicate with being a deaf person and she is one of the few people that can sign and communicate with me. We got into her car, and I am starting to get my senses back as we drive to my parents' house. I was getting increasingly more anxious as we got closer to my house, I did not know if my family were safe or if they would even be at the house.

We were entering my family's driveway and there was no car in the driveway or in the garage, I started to panic even more. As we were walking up to the door the nurse signed to me that the lights were off through the windows. I proceeded to walk to the door and knock, there was no answer. I knocked again and there was no answer the second time. I started to panic but I remembered where the spare key was. I rushed over to the rock by the porch and lifted it up, picked up the key, and rushed back to the door and unlocked it. There was nobody to be found in the whole house. I texted and called them multiple times and there was no answer. I signed to the nurse that I have to find my family. They are all I have.

(Zack)

By now I was able to regain control of my lower limbs and walk once more. I wanted to run. Run past my problems of the past and even past this meteor. I had this fire in my soul that warmed my body. The nurse, Lilia, told me I had been asleep for six years. Six lonely years. Six years of my family slowly stopping to come check in. Once a day, two times a week, once a month, to whenever it was convenient for them. I felt bitter. Of all the things happening in the world I had my own feelings beyond some rock in space.

“Were you able to regain your memory of before yet?” She signed for me after bringing me some tea.

We shared our drinks as I read the news subtitles and she listened for updates. Wondering what the hell I’m going to do. Lilia had lost power in her building a few days ago and due to it being dead winter she was forced to stay at the hospital. I offered her my bed while I would sleep on the couch. I didn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t. With all that is happening now, and all the catching up to do from the then, I received no sleep. I figured it wouldn’t matter as much. The world was doomed to die in three days regardless; mind as well live them to the fullest.

“Don’t you have to go back to the hospital?” I signed to her, carefully tapping her right shoulder alerting her first.

“I do, but you also need my help,” she signed back and I smiled. “There was no record of them being one of the refugees at the hospital, but we can check some of the other safe houses.”

We had made it down the street to the first red light when I checked the time on the dashboard of her silver car, it was almost ten thirty. We drove all over the city, past broken stores, people running on the sidewalk, and even past a man squatting down eating out of a can. The end of the world- the end of humans, and people will die alone. I could have almost died alone. I wonder if the universe woke me to enjoy the last four days of life.

By one o'clock the streets were as worse as ever. We had visited just two of the four in our area and no sign. I grew tired of depending on Lilia, and I wondered why she was so adamant about helping me. I had never met someone so selfless. So caring. Being deaf I do not have many interactions with strangers, and most of the ones I do have never turn out well. There are always uncomfortable follow up questions like how they “can’t believe I’ve never listened to” insert artist. Among other things. The car rides are awkward, I feel like a burden. And there is not much of getting to know one another while her hands are on the steering wheel. After the first safe house when we got in the car, she mouthed if I wanted the radio on. I nodded no and her face turned red.

The third house was next to central park. I watched the window blow through the snow and beyond the dead trees. I felt the vibrations of the city still trying to stay alive. And just there I grew nauseous. I had been here before. I knew I had been here a thousand times growing up, but I was here the day of my accident. Before I could remember anything else, Lilia came back with more disappointing news.

As we approached the turn onto the next street, the street that inhabits the next and last safe house, I grew more excited. I felt something in my bones. This time was different. Finally the light turned green and I was ready to unlock my seatbelt and run. But unfortunately, there was never a story that ended so quickly, and so gracefully. The building, a church, was burned. With ten police cars and several emergency ambulances surrounding the area beyond the yellow tape. My heart sank, and my bones broke.

The officer had a list, made by the church, of the members staying there. Lilia listed off all the names I gave her. Of my mother and father, or my brother and sister, to even my cousins. They were not there.