I am running and I don't think there behind me, I stop to make sure and luckily there not behind me. I rest on a tree to catch my breath each time I inhale I can here the nature the beautiful majestic nature. I sit down and push my backpack to the side and lean my back on the rough tree. I think to my self " I think I should get my word out just in case I die...they can find my words and see my life from my point of view." I slowly pull out my journal and dig in my backpack and find my pen. I click the pen and open my journal and I write.
April,21,2045
This is my first day that I decided to write I want anyone who finds this to be able to follow my journey. I guess I should start I have run away from my group I want to go alone I need to protect myself but we have started this thing I call it the games. The 1game has started and the 2nd the first game was complete flooding but some lad was spared for Survivors. The 2nd well I can't completely explan it but weird people have showed up and are just taking people I had a close friend, max but the people have taken him. I am now allon and am trying to be able to survive I can't die. I'll keep you posted so you know my journey. -D
I closed my book and put everything back in my backpack. I pick up my stuff and start to head off walking twords an old house that I can see in the distance....
