Rio de Janeiro Slum Narrative

“Rodriguez get up! we have to go now.”
“Mom where are we going?”
“I don’t know but we just have out get out of the slums!” Waking up to the sounds of guns shots, women and children screaming in the narrow and clustered streets of Rio de Janeiro. “Rodriguez, I want you to escape this life of drugs, little education, and violence. Once you leave this house you don’t look back, you don’t hide, you keep running.”
“Yes momma,” trying to be strong, holding back his tears Rodriguez embraces his mother, not knowing when they will ever see each other. Bullets fly through the rough wooden walls of the inferior structure, with only enough room to kneel.
“Hurry Rodriguez!”
Rodriguez flees out the door as fast as he can the archaic light from the sun, glaring into his eyes, quickly turns everything around him turns into a white blinding light. Rodriguez trips, being unable to see what is around him from the vastly changing light only allowing him to see the shape of an object. He pulls himself up cautiously as he slowly regains sight. Time slows down almost, Rodriguez’s heart racing. Smoke engulfs the sky and light quickly dims.
“Common Rodriguez you can do this, you need to get yourself out of here,” He comely tells himself.
Looking around, bodies of men, women and children fill the streets. The dug sewage lines have become a tiny stream of blood running down throughout the entire slum. He takes one last look back. Rodriguez falls to his knees, his face turns ashen grey. The last thing Rodriguez sees is the cracking flashes of light from the guns of the drug dealers, sending bullets flying through his torso. Crowds of people trampling over him trying to escape this slum of violence, drugs and little education. Looking to start a new life.