"RUUUUUUUUN!" I heard someone scream, and run is exactly what I did. Far from my fears, towards my destiny, my fate. The only thing that holds me in place. My land - destroyed. My home – burnt to crisp, merely a speck of dust. My family - long gone, tragically deceased. Alone I am left behind to run away from what's to come.
Running is the only thing I am good at, using it to my advantage I pushed my legs onwards. Yet I felt empty inside as I looked around at the chaos gradually unfolding. Helicopters swarmed above the village getting ready to drop another missile. The horrid symbol belonging to The Union etched on the side. It wouldn't be long until they would land on the soil of my village, and wipe out anything or anyone who may or may not have survived their bombings. I couldn't stand to think that those vultures would be able to walk on our land, when we were forever banished from it.
My thoughts were the only thing keeping me sane as I trampled through land tainted by blood. Another loud tremor coursed through the Earth as yet another bomb was set off. This one however was much more aggressive, almost knocking me off balance and into the arms of The Union. I could barely hear the screams of terror. My legs trembling, but I force them to move on to my hopeful freedom.
I saw children crying, dazed by all this madness which The Union inflicted on these poor children, too young to comprehend what was happening. I saw elders crumbling to the floor, their legs unable to withhold their body, becoming one with the Earth. I saw my family burn to death, and I could do nothing to save them.
What scared me most was the blood. It was everywhere. Limbs and organs stood out against the deep red pools, the stench consuming the air, clearing it of its purity. My village was no longer mine. My home was being ripped away from me. From everyone. It was horrible; and that's exactly what I had to face.
Unimaginable things have been beseeched before my eyes. Nothing that can be taken aback. Those that are no longer with us now lye in peace. Their bodies however scarred from the monster that ripped them away from a world they can no longer live. The big, wide world where I'm all alone in.
While deep in my thoughts I was awoken by an unexpected gun shot. A man nearby me fell to the floor clutching his chest. A few seconds later a chorus of gun shots were being fired, aimed at me. This was the final stage of the wipe-out. I had stopped running from the sudden outburst of gun shots, but after hearing the thumping of large feet behind me I began running again, picking up speed. A skill I knew I was good at but sometimes distrustful of.
Words were ringing in my ears, 'escape, escape, escape'. They were repetitively flowing through my mind. I couldn't think. I could barely see through all the haziness. I just knew I had to escape, away from those thumping footsteps.
Through all the pain and manslaughter I kept on moving, never stopping. Dashing through trees and passing by bushes. What kept me moving was hope. Hope for freedom. Hope for a life on the other side. That's all I could think of as I passed yet another puddle, someone head first drowning in his own blood. If only I could just stop for a minute and hurl; but the thought was gone as soon as my legs came to a stop and the last tree branch swung behind me. I had escaped, I was free, almost.
A bent old sign had been pitched up in the middle of a field full of crops that were neatly planted in long, vertical rows. Some misshapen words were printed saying, 'Bearsville Farm'. Curiosity piqued into my senses as I took in my surroundings. The land was flat, enabling me to see for miles. The soil was a dark ruddy brown, and had corn sprouting out of it. Further down was a herd of horses galloping about with their manes swishing in the wind. These magnificent creatures stood tall and proud, their hind legs firmly placed on the ground.
One narrow road leading to the city lay in front of me, with vehicles zooming past, unfazed by my common state. Red blotches had stained my shirt from the blood oozing out of my shoulder and dripping down my side. Dirt was patched on my damp clothes. My frazzled hair pushed back into a ponytail, little wisps flying about in the wind.
