Instead of then seeing me and knowing who and what i am, the humans just feel my presence when I'm around. They know I exist. So I help them by subconsciously telling them what to do when they are stuck in bad situations.
Just like yesterday, I saw a child looking for their parents while training outside and a camouflage monster creeped up on them. Obviously the child couldn't see the monster since it was of the camouflage kind.
I used my power to tell the child to run away and find their parents and the strongest people in her group. Luckily for her, and me, all of them survived and they got to eat the monster for their dinner that night. The feast lasted for a few hours until it was that time. The time for the weekly ritual.
The ritual can take place during any day of the week and is usually after a big catch has been eaten. Every human in the group hold hands with the person next to them and worships the God. ME.
At some point in this apocalypse the last remaining humans thought of me as their God because I always saved them from near death experiences because if they all die then I would die as well. But I want to live forever, the all eternal being. Therefore, I earned my name as "Life". The polar opposite of Death.
The atmosphere in the air tonight was somehow different. It had a crisp feel to the breeze of the wind and you felt like you were breathing in fresh mountain air sweeping down from the nearby mountain range.
The group calls the mountains 'The tridents of neverland' as most of them believe that at the very middle peak lies a protected area already with a pod of survivors staying, tucked away in the clouds, safe from all the monsters because of the dangerous path and unbearable, thin air for the mutants. The humans can survive but they can't.
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A collection of short stories
Short StorySo I might as to this whenever I get a chance. Ps I'm a 12 yr old writer in high school trying to get better grades in English
