The Desolate *please give me ideas!!*

POLAROIDS AND CIGARETTES

I woke up in a desolated room. There was red dirt on the floor and dust collected heavily on the window sills, shelves, and walls.

It was a hole in the wall—a pit.

The morning light shone through the windows, and as my eyes panned to the left, there was an old drum fan blowing from the wall. I was in a bed with linen sheets, my face and body beat up with bruises and dirt.

Why was I here? And a better question, who was 'I'?

I couldn't remember anything before now... as if I were just transported into one of those survival video games.

I lifted myself slowly from the bed. I was sore all over...I made my way to one of the shelves on the wall and examined all of what it contained. Old hardcover books with vintage labels filled most of the space here, as well as an old music box. It was open and a mocking jay figurine lay inside of it.

The music box played softly; I recognized the melody.

Suddenly, I heard a hard thud behind me. I jumped and whipped my head around and there lay a mockingjay twitching from its fall. I presumed it had flown in through the top of the broken window.

I used the skirt of my cream-colored dress as a guard and picked up the mocking jay, placing her on the bed.

She was stunned; and quite frankly, I would be too, if I just hit a wall full force.

I stood next to the bed, and on the wall, I saw a very dirty mirror off to the side. I went closer and looked in.

My hair was long, wavy, and brown. I had freckles, and my skin was more on the tan side of the spectrum. My eyes are green and my profile was clean and had chiseled features, such as my nose and chin. I looked like I was in my early twenties.

I turned around to face my feathered friend. She was standing now, tilting her head at me. She examined me and looked curiously when I moved toward her,  but she stood still.

"Hello there," my British and sweet voice said.

I held my hand out for her, and she tilted her head once more, then hopped right on it. I brought her closer to my face and examined her.

She was a bit different from a regular mockingjay...  She had a blue stripe and tribal designs in white on one of her feathers.
She looked at me dumbly now, like she knew a secret.

"What do you know that I don't, little bird?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

She looked toward the music box and pointed with her beak. I walked back over to it, and examined it carefully.

It was fragile and old. The box had Chinese written all over its gold plating. And suddenly, the writing lit up blue when I touched it.
I dropped it.

It fell, but to my surprise, it didn't break. A hologram pounced into the air. I jumped back.

My eyes adjusted, and there appeared a map laid in a neon blue, shining on the wall in the empty, dusty room. I stepped towards it, examining it further. It showed I had been in the northern region. There was an X, traveling to the south-west. Dotted lines leading deeper into the desert, through the Sierra River, that lead from the west to the east. Smaller streams flowing from it, leading in all directions.

'I guess I have to travel there', I thought to myself, dragging my finger from the circle of where I was, to the X. I turned to pick up the music box, and looked at my feathered friend again.

She looked satisfied almost, like she was smiling at me.
Jinx, I called her.

Jinx flew up and perched herself on my shoulder. I put the music box in the pocket of my dress, and slipped through the door opening.

. . .

I stepped out into the outside world, looking at the emptiness before me. The scars of battle, etched into the landscape. War and famine had taken over the world.

There was no one in sight, all of the houses in the small village had boarded up windows and barricaded doors. Shattered windows, and no sight of grass or any kind of life at all.

Cemeteries filled the empty spaces between the houses, hundreds, if not thousands of wooden tombstones. It was almost horrific of how my emotion took over.

An empty feeling, along with sadness and anxiety filled my veins and fear shuttered through my bones. I felt betrayal, and I don't know why I felt this way.
It was like my life had been ripped from underneath me,  even though I didn't even remember the life I had before this.

I felt like I needed to fix it... Somehow, fix the world. But I knew I couldn't at the same time.

I hugged myself and my legs gave in, slowly slipping to the floor. I sat there on my knees, just looking at the brokenness that surrounded me.

I needed to figure out what happened.
I picked myself up and headed south with Jinx still on my shoulder, wincing at every step from the bruises covering my body.

Seeing a small stream, I figured I'd take a bath there since I'm  still covered with dirt. I put Jinx on a close rock, and I stripped off my dress, looking down at all the bruises. I wonder where I got them from, and what happened. I stepped toward the water, slipping into the calming, icy current.

I submerged my body into it, letting my body fully go under. The water felt cold, but refreshing to the pain in my veins. I swam up, and scrubbed the dirt and dust off my body. Cupping my hands of water, and splashing the cold liquid on my face, down through my hair.

I got out of the stream, and laid myself down; suntanning on a clean rock to dry the droplets on my skin. Combing through my hair with my fingers to avoid a rats nest.

I heard a voice yell something, as I quickly grabbed my dress and hid myself underneath it.

There it was again, clearer this time. "Hey!"

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