In the beginning of the war I was in a shelter. It was cold and isolated. After a few weeks I started to become weak, I didn’t eat or drink much since supplies were low but I had enough to keep me going. Eventually I decided to leave the shelter and see what it was like out there … I was in a war zone. As soon as I got out I wanted to go back but the door was jammed. I tried to find refuge amongst this chaos but it was too late. As soon as I got to some where safe I was shot. Luckily I survived and got back home.