Personal Narrative: Rejoice

I seek refuge in an abandoned building near the hospital because they never check there. It's been almost two days since I've drank or ate anything, everything just goes to my sister. She's sick with some kind of cold of flu. The people at the refuge have been saying that the Americans would soon come to help, but that was almost two hours ago. I hear bombs go off next to a church across the street. I hear foot steps coming closer to us and guns go off, they're in the building now.I'm not sure if it's our heroes or our enemies. They're coming closer, then more bombs as they open the door. They found us, I'll finally be put out of my misery. But then, there are gunshots, the Americans have arrived.