Survival

Waking

2 years  - 93% of the world gone.

Emily's POV

'"RUN! RUN EMILY! DONT LOOK BACK! WE LOVE Y-"
Screams. Running. Pain. Fear. The sicking sound of flesh being pulled from bone. The smells and sounds'
I sit straight up, choking for a breath. Mom. Dad. Where am I?

My eyes slowly adjust to the to the dim light of the room as I try to block out the dream- no memory. The memory that runs through my head every time I close my eyes.

The room is a small one. Maybe six slides long. Five wide The worn out mattress I'm on is pushed into a corner, laying flat on the floor.

'At least it's a bed.'

To my right, close one the other corner, is a door. To the left of that is a window. Boards block out most of the light, bring in just enough to be able to see the rest of the room.

On the wall across from the bed, is a doorway, covered by a dark red quilt. It looks like a closet. The wall adjacent to the window, close to the foot of the bed, is a trunk with a picture on top and an old cracked mirror hanging above it.

I pull the thin blanket off of me and slowly rise to my feet. My legs, back, and head hurt so much.

'Why can't I remember anything?'

I make my way over to the chest and mirror. 'Is that me?' My blonde hair is tangled, dirty and bloody. Shit. So is my face. There's a cut across my eyebrow, and my lip is busted, but healing.
At least I still had all 9 of my earrings. I had 3 studs in each, a bar in my left, and 2 rings in the cartilage in my right.

I seemed to be in the same clothes. Though my Blue Jeans we're ripped, my jacket was cut and burned, and my black tank top had holes in it.

"What the hell happened?"

Again, I notice the picture on the trunk. There are 5 people in it. A built man, with bright blue eyes, was holding a ginning little boy on his knee. His other arm was around the waist of a beautiful woman, with kind eyes and dark hair. In Her lap sat a slightly older girl, smiling with one of her front teeth missing. She looked to be about 8, and the little boy about 3. But what really caught my attention, was the familiar looking girl standing behind the man and woman.

'Those eyes. Where have I seen them before?'

Before I could look closer, though, the door swings open and an all too happy guy, who looks a little older than me, walks in.

"Well, look who's awake."

I was blinded slightly by the light coming in behind him. But as soon as my eyes ajust, I can make out the desert floor outside. Strange.

"What's your name, pretty girl? Or should we just call you Faint?"

What?

"M-my name is Emily."

"Well, Emily-" he grins as he leans on the door frame. "my name is Grease. I'm the second in command here. And by here I mean 'Camp'. We go by nicknames here. Got any?" The hell? I shake my head. "Well, I guess we'll have to make one for you." He winks at me.

Ew. No, dude.

"Anyway, get your shoes, It's time to show you around." He motions to the foot of the bed. My black converses lay there, looking almost as bad as I did. I quickly pull them on and fallow this Grease dude out the door.

What have I got myself into.