When I woke up again I was in a small tent it was dark, gloomy, and full of guns. I felt very alarmed by this, since we had a room like this is the Alamo and is where we would put prisoners. Then I realized that my hands and feet were tied up; and remembered what had happened at Alamo; I knew I had to go back and try to help them. After what felt like an hour of twisting, turning, crying, and screaming I was free from the ropes. Then I got up and started running, I didn’t even know where I was going, but I knew I had to try and help the people still at the Alamo. So… I kept running for what seemed like an eternity until I came across an open field with a horse in it.
After trying to lure the horse over for a little bit I was finally able to get on it, and I started going immediately. It took a whole day to get back to the Alamo, which felt like an eternity. When I saw the front of the Alamo I felt like a completely different person. Sprawled out on the lawn were limp bodies, puddles of blood, and severed limbs. I ran inside just to find even worse of a condition the furniture was overturned, and there were more bodies spread out over the floor. Then I recognized one of the bodies, my husband, all I could do was cry. I didn’t know why this happened to me, but then again there was a lot of things I didn’t know.