The Days We Remember [Requests Closed]

Typhoon Yolanda

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The warmth of the child's hand abandoned his. His legs stopped and he watched the boy crash into his mother's arms. Her arms wrapped around him holding him close to her and not daring to let go less he slip away once more. She didn't look to him, all her attention remained on the boy as she checked him over for injuries. Philippines tried to remember the last time someone had looked at him with so much love.

Twigs and wood crunched under foot and water splashed up around the cuff of his pant legs. A shiver ran through his body and he wasn't sure it was caused by the brisk temperature. He held the dirty rag of a cloth over his mouth. Even that didn't conceal the stench of death well. Philippines stepped over a clump of fallen tile and branches on the street hardly visible under water and debris. The rubber tread of his shoes slipped falling out from under him. His hands flew out to catch himself only to snag on sharp pieces of debris around him. The rush in his body stopped and it took a moment for the sharp sting from his hand to register. His cloth was lost and the wet rotting scent of bodies rolled over him. He rolled over, wood pieces and branches shuffling beneath him, and pulled himself up to his feet. He stumbled on his feet before he got his balance.

He looked down to his hand and saw crimson slowly flowing from the palm of his hand. He pulled his sleeve down and pressed the fabric over the slice in his hand. He wasn't sure how well the silky, synthetic fabric would stop the bleeding, but if the cut got infected it could be some time before he saw any medical services.

He continued through the flooded streets. He tried not to spot the bodies of his people under rubble as he made his way to destroyed stores that he thought may have some supplies worth scavenging. Rubble clattered around as other people had the same idea and tried to find food and supplies.

When things had already been bad here, they just had to go and get worse. The earthquake wasn't bad enough. When his people were still living in make-shift huts where buildings and crumbled to the ground, a typhoon came and ravaged the land some more.

Everyone had been in a panic. Yolanda was coming and everyone knew it. People ran with the few things they had left and scurried to the boats and evacuation spots. Parents carried children when they couldn't hurry along themselves any longer. The village of tents had been abandoned save a handful who stayed.

The deaths were like am arrow to his chest. It would heal, but the scars will never leave. The ocean roared on the coast and winds and rain ravaged the cities. It was never over. He kept wondering what the point of all this was. They would rebuild and next season another storm equally massive or stronger will come and wipe everything away once more. No amount of money and funds in the world can change that.

Philippines pulled his feet up each time he stepped forward. His throat seared with thirst and he had only found scraps to eat earlier in the day. Maybe that meant his people had found the food that had survived. He doubted it though. How long would it be until someone brought them water and food and supplies?

Requested by CkTugando.

Internationally called Haiyan, Typhoon Yolanda reached category 4 and almost exceeded to a category 5 storm with winds of 196 mph as it hit the Philippines. It was the largest and most destructive storm when it hit, bringing carnage to parts of Southeast Asia and primarily the Philippines (including the Leyte Province by November 27). The storm hit the Philippines eastern sea board on November 11, 2013 and devastated the cities and land it traveled over.

No one knows the exact number of deaths but it's certain that the number exceeds 5,000. The Philippines had just recently experienced a large earthquake before the typhoon. Many homes and building were in shambles and ruins, and many citizens were living in make-shift tents in large lots together.