My fingers are numb, and so is my heart and mind. I've had enough of waiting in this hell I am living. I want to get out, I want to escape. I want to breathe. But, I know, like all the others, that is not an option.
I sit with my parents and sister, Anya, along with the other 30 people shaking on the cold, hard ground. Miserable, is what we are. Pain, is what we feel.
Already, we have lost 3, and we are the only ones left. 34 survivors. 33 innocent.
That is right, we are the only ones left on our planet, the only people of our race that stayed behind. Were forced to stay on Earth.
Now nobody, not anyone in the entire universe knows who, or where we are. We are forgotten. We only hope that we can reach a signal of some extra-terrestrial life that will come to the rescue and save us from the ruins.
My name is Jada Fuller, and I am a survivor.
