The beginning of the end

Chapter 1

My head, pounding to the beat of my heart. I soon find myself sitting up, searching for something but I don't know what. I shake my head for any memory I had, if that's even possible anymore.

I look around again, hoping to see some kind of living human. Nothing.

I soon set out again, searching, trying to look for something. Anything.
I grab my backpack and head out straight away, no fuss just straight out.

My feet soon meet the hot, dry, crusty land of the scorch. I look at my surroundings, nothing but land as far as the eye can see. Before I even realise my two feet out on the land I'm off. Running.

I'm used to this, alone running, looking for a sign of anything. I'm not afraid, the things I've done, seen, been in nothing worries me anymore. Being alone seems to be a daily thing now. I shake my head once again, trying to clear all my thoughts.

I soon find myself again, not buried in my thoughts. I pause for a moment. Filling with hope that what I heard, was real. A voice? I think. That had to be a voice. I add.

I stand, slowly finding myself turning around. I stop at every turn, looking as far as I can. Rubbing my eyes, I soon hear the voice again. I try to make out what she-he- it's saying.

I bite my lip, concentrating to listen to it again. When, suddenly I hear it. Only two words. Two confusing words. The second word seems closer and clearer then the first. Watch out I think. Watch out, watch out, watch out! I repeat in my head soon I'm saying it out loud.

I soon hear constant crunching noises. I hear it the same way I heard the voice, distant yet clear. I turn in multiple ways, until I spot a sudden move in the distance.

I shuffle left, trying to get a closer view. I move closer, only to soon see a tree. That's better than any other shit I'll see out here I mutter.

I turn around again, facing the way I'd came. I start walking back to my hut, when, suddenly, I hear another voice. A deeper voice. More manly. Head for shelter I hear. There! I hear another voice.

Panic soon finds it way into my stomach, unable to feel my feet. I run. Faster and faster each step picking up more speed. I don't know what has scared me, or if it's just myself but all I know is I'm running.

I feel the company of my hut, two feet stepping inside I pause. I line shivers down me. From my right shoulder down to my feet. Somethings on my shoulder. I scream in my head.

Head still, feet stiff, I struggle to try turn my eye. Some veiny, dirty, bloody fingers rest on my shoulder. Human, or crank? I think. Crank the word runs down me like a drop of water.

I feel a sudden breeze by my ear. A warm, disgusting blow of air on my neck. It's silence until words come into my ear. Don't move. I hear. We have weapons. Don't think we won't use them the first 3 words make me turn around.

There stands. A boy..?