It's a PAC

Chapter 1

Hey, my intro got put after this part so just skip to part 2 please. Sorry it's confusing for me too.

The leaves felt soft underneath my fingers. The sun was pouring out of the trees causing shadows to take on shapes. The forest was alive with noise as I started walking toward something. I don’t know what it is but I keep on walking. As soon as I started walking the world starts to blur and spin. I’m scared not knowing what’s going on. My heart beat accelerates, there are things chasing me. I try to run faster but with my head pounding they start to gain on me. The last thing I remember is the all consuming fear as the world turns black.

I wake gasping. Just a dream, I say to my self. My heart beat slows as I look around at this destroyed place I called home. The walls were intact but were starting to peel, the roof was half on, the rest had been blown away in The Storms.

I was privileged. This house was by far the best in the whole community, the only one to really survive. I did have to fight daily for it though; almost everyone in our community would kill for a partial roof.

Our community, I think with distaste. PAC, Post-Apocalyptic-Community. More like KOS, Kill-Or-Starve. Most of us don’t even get food for themselves; they just get food from the Guardians.

The awe inspiring Guardians who have magical powers, fat lot of help that did against them. I think its just a ruse so that we put our hope and trust to these so called Guardians. Well, I got no hope left or trust so usually their just in the way.

As I started getting dressed I remembered today was the day of the gathering to decide what to do. Stay or go.

When I was getting dressed I caught a site of myself in the mirror. I had blond curls that I usually just shove in a bun, with piercing, blue eyes that seemed to see your soul. My eyes held wisdom and sadness beyond someone of my age, 14.

My stomach was pitifully small, but I had a strong build; wide shoulders with muscles from working for my life since I was a little girl, since the apocalypse. I don’t really remember much of it, but what I do remember gives me nightmares.

After the apocalypse the world had been destroyed, I was only a child at the time. I only remember the bright lights, the fear as everyone ran from something. I was running along with the crowd, I had lost site of my parents, and I was starting to fall behind. Then I saw a little girl like me trip and fall. I tried to reach her before they got her, but I was too late. I watched as they tore her from limb from limb. Eating as they went on demolishing this little girl.

No one knows who they are. Most just call them Nightmares, Night for short. They look like shadows and strike fast, then going back into the shadows. We have tried every method to get ride of them, but nothing works. Conventional weapons don’t even touch them, light does nothing. Not even the nukes the president decided to release on the world, leaving zones completely desolate due to the destructive radiation.

They leave us alone, probably because they are smart and know that the humans are their only source of food so they don’t kill all of us at once. “Just wait for us to breed” the community said. It disgusts me.

All of this goes through my brain by the time im finally able to grab my weapons; a small dagger I hid in my sturdy, think boots. A NAA .22 Magnum Mini-revolver I hid in a place I don’t want to tell you and add some bullets to the 2 I had in it. After the apocalypse no one really made bullets anymore at a fast production rate. So only a couple ever used bullets anymore, since they did nothing against the Night’s, but I just keep one on me at all times. Never know when that might become useful. I grabbed my familiar sling-shot, just in case I came across some prey.

Finally I picked up my bow from where it was leaning on the wall and my quiver of arrows. Most were made out of wood with steel points, some were plastic, and I even had one made out of glass. I was proud of my collection of weapons; they kept me safe and has started a reputation about me not being messed with. It was pitifully small compared to the old days, some small voice tells me. I tell it to shut up; all the best weapons were either destroyed by the Night’s or were used in the military, not fighting the Night’s but the ones with radiation.

The ones with radiation didn’t turn into super-natural beings with super powers. They turned into monsters, meat eating ones. Some were even worse than the Night’s, but at least we could hit them with bullets.

I headed out into the cold, frigid air and pulled the cloak behind me closer. After the nukes the sun had been covered with billows of radiation clouds leaving the world plunged into darkness. The sun had come out hesitantly on the 3rd day. Not strong enough to reach us, but strong enough to give us hope. It’s been 9 years and still the world was still suffering.

There was already a person waiting outside of my “house”. They wanted it, so we would have to duel, where the winner takes the life of the loser and what ever they were fighting over. But as I looked this person was a young boy, he was dirty and covered in dirt. Yet there was a light of determination in his eyes.

“I wanna get your a house.” The little boy said in a loud, clear voice that only wavered a little bit.

“Oh! And how do you intend to fight?” I pulled out an arrow and strung it fast, smoothly, and showed that I have been using it for a while.

The little boy’s hands shot up and some bright, white light came out. I did a twirl while sulmintaniously pulling back my arms in the perfect alignment to shoot on a moments notice. While doing this I noted the fact that the bright light would have burned me, it almost did while I twirled.

The little boy didn’t expect that, he just growled, an unnatural low pitched growl that sent shivers down my back. I didn’t hesitate, just released the arrow.