-Geo's POV-
My eye flutter opened. I felt a sharp pain in my head, hurt's like hell.
"Blade, get in here! I need some help!" I'd scream at the top of my lungs.
"Blade?" I'd question it. I went to wipe my forehead...a big gap in the middle of my head. I ran to a mirror in the back. My right eye was gone. Just gone.
I'd grab a pair of crutches from the side of the wall and start to walk outside. I saw glass, bricks and a huge part of the ware house on the roof on the floor. What the hell happened? I'm asleep for some time, and this? Why did every one leave me alone.
I'd look one way, noticing the fence was down, roamers groaning, just walking towards me. I'd grab a crutch, putting it through one of the neck's of the reapers. I'd limp to the garage, the crutch making a clack noise every step.
I'd walk in the garage, seeing a huge chunk of the wall is gone, and more than half of the roof is crumbled on the floor. I'd see Blade's sniper laying there. Id limp as fast as I could, and pick it up. Aiming and shooting the reapers down.I'd fall on to the ground and start crying, thinking Blade and everyone else, was dead.
I'd gain back of my self, gaining some courage. I'd grab the left over water, and canned foods. I'd walk out of the broken gate. I'd see thee bodies of burnt down and dead reapers, and parts of humans every where. I'd see riot gear on the ground. I'd put it on me, it fitting well.
I'd stare down at the tracks. I'd take a breath. I'd follow down the train tacks. I'd see the sign, saying it was safe. I'd hold onto the sign, breaking it in half.
-2 Weeks Later-
I'd walk into the empty house. I'd point the sniper up aiming around. Clear. I'd walk up the stairs opening the top door, seeing a mirror. I'd step in front of it. I had cuts and blood, running down my face, my hair lying over the top of my face. The eyepatch covering the left over my so called "eye." I'd grab scissors from a cabinet, cutting my hair off. Flicking on the shaver, shaving the rest of my hair. I was now bald. I'd clean the cuts off of me, putting bandages all over on me.I'd put my hood up. I'd then walk out of the house, unknowing some miles ahead...a prison lied a head of me.
