~Nialls POV~
I wake up to the sound of a piercing scream ringing in my ears. My stomach churned and I tried my best to crawl over the scattered, sleeping bodies I shared my tent with. As I stepped out onto the crisp, dirty snow on the ground, I feel a chill going straight through my "clothes" which was basically a tattered rag and hit my body like a brick of ice. Besides the bitter coldness, I barely thought about it, for the pain in my stomach was worse. I scampered to the fence and I pass some lifeless clumps with blood straining out of them. I fall on my knees in front of one that was the shape of a small girl. She had a red coat on and as I move her hair from her face, I know who she was. I covered my mouth and tried to hold back the tears seeing Hannah like this. she was only 6 years old. She didn't deserve this. My stomach clenched as the only smell I could find was an overdose of ashes and bitter blood. I couldn't hold it in, I turned and threw up what little I had in my stomach, careful enough not to get any on Hannah. I look back at her and kissed her forehead lightly before going back to the camp. I drag myself to what I now call home and look over the few scrawny people left. Soon enough, I see the five boys and five ladies huddled in a corner and I step over the dying people and scrunch in with them trying to find some warmth. When I feel Stephanie's arm wrap around me, I scoot in and hold her slowly falling back asleep, hoping I will wake up again.
~ hey guys!!! hope you liked the first part. ill update once I get 50 reads. please give me feedback? please? love you all!!! thanks for reading
