September 24, 2008
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When the levees broke Filled with the diabolical smell of dead bodies, feecies and sewage the air they were known to breathe was humid and sticky. Over hundred miles away the characteristic of Death Valley were amongst them. Having no shelter Food or drink the people of New Orleans were trapped like animals left to fend for themselves and revert back to age old hunting and gathering. But not the hunt to kill the hunt for survival, the gathering of what was left to make of their lives. What were once their homes was nothing more now than a swamp of Death, a gravesite of family, friends, and the death of their pride. The Danger was no longer imminent the time on the clock expired; Katrina had hit the shore with a vengeance, and left with no intention on covering her tracks. She unleashed her fury on the morning of august 29, 2005 with no mercy insight. The time for evacuation had come and gone. For the thousands that heeded the warnings and stayed were now in a battle for their lives. Whether it was the few thousand the filled the superdome or the brave few that stuck it out in their homes the outcome was the same. The carnage was real what were once streets, homes and landscape were now nothing more than mangled shards of wood and scraps of metal that was now underwater. For days people lay stranded on their rooftops, screaming and crying in hopes of help. Others laid face down in the water dead overwhelmed by the harsh conditions and scarce necessities. While others swam and walked in the water taking a chance of finding aid before they too were to parish. People in the superdome headed out to take toll of the hurricanes wrath and evaluate the damage. Rumors suggested that the levees that had protected the city from flood where exploded by the government. The people of New Orleans