Diary Entry 3

We ran around the house like headless chooks getting everything done. We put wet cloths around every window and door. Just as we were finishing up dad and James came back inside to help us. Dad, James and I ran the rest of our stuff over to the bunker in the back yard. As I sprinted back to help mum with some bags she was struggling with. All of a sudden she stopped in her tracks and stared into the distance. I stood wondering what she was looking at until I saw it for myself. It was like a giant see of red smoke. You could see how far the fire stretched across and there was no mistaking it was coming towards us. I ran straight for mum grabbing the bags of her and pushing her towards the bunker. It was so hot it was burning. We ran for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear dad screaming at us to hurry. We reached the bunker in a matter of seconds as dad slammed the bunker door shut. We had made it just in time.