Note: this is 100% fiction

“Help!” I cried with a whimper before hacking a cough. My legs were trapped beneath the rubble while dust continued to rain down from above. “Help, please.” I looked up, praying someone would hear my cry for help.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps. “Hello? Is anyone there?” I glanced around hopefully.

Then he appeared. He looked familiar though I couldn’t put a finger on where I’ve seen him before. “Miss, are you okay?” He spoke in a Jamaican accent. In shock, I nodded. “Miss, I am going to get you out of here, okay?” I nodded again. “But you need to do one thing for me. You need to pray.”

“Pray?”

“Yes, pray.” He took a few steps back, lowered his head, placed his palms together, and began to pray. At first, there was nothing but slowly, a warm white light filled the cavernous space and it seemed to had been radiated from him.

“Who are you?” I asked but somehow found myself repeating those three words over and over. Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

“Miss, can you hear me?” As quickly as he appeared, he faded along with the rubble-filled cavernous space in which I was trapped. “I think she’s coming to.”

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at bright white lights. I was in an ambulance. “What happened?” My voice came out hoarse and dry.

“A bomb went off in your building, ma’am. It took us a while to find you. Thankfully, despite your legs were trapped beneath the rubble, you were okay, just a few minor lacerations, bruising, and a broken left tibia. I’d say you were one of the lucky ones to walk away from this blast whole.”

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