Creative writing

Thump, thump, thump. I opened my eyes and quickly sat up, looking around the hut. It was some time before dawn and the flap to the hut door was open, swaying in the wind. As I pulled the bear fur blanket, that covered my body, closer to my face a loud clash echoed outside. Slowly, I lifted the blanket off my body and stood up, trying to be quiet as possible. I started to walk towards the door when I heard screaming. Drawing the flap aside, I looked outside and gasped as I saw what was causing the loud noises.There were people running round with fire torches, chasing people and setting anything they could on fire. And the people that were being chased, they were my people, they were my tribe! I jumped back inside the hut and ran into my parents room to wake them but to my surprise they weren't there. As I ran into my siblings room I heard more screaming and shouting and started to feel tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. My two younger brothers were in the corner their eyes filled with fear. My youngest brother Oraz, who was only three, was clinging onto Arman who was trying to stop Oraz from crying. I ran to them and hugged them, telling them that it would be okay.
Arman looked at me and said, "where is Mama and Papa?"
I wanted to say that they were okay and safe but I didn't know if that was true because I didn't know where they were, so instead I pretended I hadn't heard Arman. I told Arman to stand up and scooped Oraz up sitting him on my hip as he wrapped his arms around my kneck.
"Come on lets go to the bunker, we'll be safe there," I said to Arman. We ran into my room and lifted the rug on the floor. Arman dug his fingers into the cracks of the wood and lifted the trapdoor that lead down into the ground. He jumped in and I climbed in after him holding Oraz tight. I shut the trap door behind us and we were swallowed by darkness. Oraz screamed with fright and started sobbing as he cuddled up to my chest. "Shh, shh," I whispered in Oraz's ear trying to calm him down, "We don't want them to hear us."
"Mama!" Oraz shouted frantically, squirming in my arms.
"Make him be quiet, Amina!" Arman said, trying not to raise his voice.
"Mama's coming Oraz, just fall asleep and she'll be here when you wake up, I promise." I gently rocked him in my arms and he slowly started calming down, his sobs turning into silent tears. Slowly, I sat down on the dirt ground and leant my head against the wall. Arman made his way through the dark and sat beside me, his body tense with fear. I closed my eyes and listened to the horrible sounds outside wishing it would all go away.
"What do we do?" Arman asked.
"Wait. We wait, like everytime before."
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I jolted upright and looked around the bunker. There was light shining through the cracks in the wooden floor above us and Arman was crouched beside me, tapping my shoulder. "I think they're gone," He said. I must've drifted off to sleep I thought to myself as I strained my ears and listened for any screaming or shouting, but the only noise I heard was Oraz's loud breathing. He was asleep on my knee, his head rested upon my chest.
"Why's it so quiet?" I asked Arman.
He shrugged and said, "I don't think anyone's here, I haven't heard the drum yet." The drum, which was in the chief's hut, was drummed each time an emergency occurred to tell villagers to come to the meeting hut that stood in the middle of the village. Arman rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm hungry can we go up now?" I looked down at Oraz, who was now awake, his eyes staring up at me full of wonder.
"Yes, let's go," I nodded. Arman stood up and slowly pushed the trapdoor open, letting the daylight stream in. "I'll go first," I said, giving Oraz to Arman. I Clambered up into our hut and looked around at my surroundings. It was horrible. Mama and Papa's room was smashed to the floor, black and smoking and as I looked outside I nearly screamed with shock. It was like a demon had taken its anger out on our village, ripping huts apart and burning them to the ground, but that wasn't all. There were lumps of clothes scattered on the ground and it took me a while to realised that they were people. I walked up to one of the people on the ground to see a young girl that lived in our village, blood pouring from a wound in her stomach, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth open with horror, she was dead. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I crouched beside the girl, softly touching her head, praying she would be safely lead to heaven. I sensed someone behind me and quickly spun around to find Arman standing behind me clutching Oraz in his arms. I stood up and turned my back to the girl, unable to look at her anymore. "Let's go to to the meeting hut," I said, my voice shaking. We walked towards the center of the village in silence, trying hard not to look at the people lying limp on the ground. We reached the hut and slowly walked in, but I couldn't go any further, I screamed, I wanted to run but my feet wouldn't move, they had suddenly frozen to the ground with fright. Arman swore under his breath and covered Oraz's eye's. Our chief was sitting on the ground, a spear had been plunged into his stomach, blood gushing from the wound and he was still gasping for breath, his hands clutching the spear. I forced my body to walk towards him and kneel down, it would be disrespectful to leave him to die alone.
He looked at me and said in a rasping, shaking voice. "They took...our...people...and they'll...they'll hurt them."
"Where did they take them?" I asked him. But as he open his mouth to say, his eyes glazed over and his breathing stopped as he took his last breath. I turned and looked at Oraz, who had tears rolling down his cheeks, I stood up and took his hand leading him out of the hut. I looked at our village and as I looked at one of the huts I saw a red cloth tied to the remnants of the hut, flapping in the wind and it was then that I knew where our people had been taken.