I am writing a short piece for my writing class. Here is the first paragraph:
Breathe. One, two, buckle my shoe. Maya continued chanting to herself, hauling the shopping bag with her. The building to her left was on fire, her eyes tearing up from the smoke. Breathe low and shallow. She dodged behind a car and crouched, seeing her house in the far distance. Maya turned around and looked at the chaos surrounding her. Chained men and women were lined up on the street, a contrast to the manicured lawns and white picket fences. Were they going to be turned into slaves? Or were they going to get infected with the Alpha virus?
Comments are welcome!