Analogue
As I run away towards our meeting corders, I notice my grimy hands are a dark, crimson red. It hurts to sprint, but when I'm on the very tip of my life, its hard to slow down. All I could think about is seeing my family again.
I have a purpose of living.
I know how to cure the dead.
Nobody would ever know what I could do.
Chapter 1
The End
"Quick, we need to go!" my mom screams at me, crying also. I grab the closest bag I can, trying to stuff it with as much of my belongings as possible. As I look up, out of my window, I can see people going down, falling. Dying.
