Narrative Essay On Dante's Inferno

We haven’t seen anyone ever since we murdered those men. When we killed them, I had a rush of excitement and it almost seemed fun. Now I feel a burning pain inside for all those people we killed. They were probably just like us, trying to stay alive. They most likely just felt threatened, and attacked by self defense. Instead of trying to avoid war, we just killed them. Maybe we could have talked about it. Maybe no one had to die. Maybe Dante wouldn’t be dead right now. But we didn’t talk, we did kill, and Dante is dead.
Dad has been more quiet than usual. I don’t know if it is because of Dante or the killing. Benito is more talkative, and tries to get dad to give him tips on fighting. I think Benito got the rush that I got from the fight but without the empty feeling afterward. Today dad is going to get water from one of the lakes. We have one truck with a giant white jug in the back. Everytime we come near a lake dad, uncles, and grandpa always jump out of their cars and get in the truck. The people too afraid, Benito, and myself usually stay back and watch the cars. The gatherers have to be fast. If not, we all could die from the sun.
We only cut it close once. The gatherers were taking longer than most times and I could see the burn of the sun coming close. It looked like a forest fire, nothing but flames and the …show more content…
I hop out of the Mustang and get walking. As a result, the adults who stayed back began to scream at me. Eventually, I get far enough that I can barely hear them and definitely can’t make out the words. I have never gone for a walk before. It is strange, almost peaceful. I never thought in this world I could ever feel peaceful. Just the moon, stars, and me. Then a flash appears, and another, and another. Oh know, they are back. I turn my body around and start to run faster than ever before. As I run the sound of engines revving and car tires dragging through the dried out dust beneath my