The one

Chapter 2

 ‘One day when the earth is begging on its knees, the one shall step forth and make one last stand before the end. The one child shall lead the earth to victory; they shall fight against the turmoil and create a better place.’

Chapter 2- 'Lost in our memories we may find answers'

Wandering through these memories bring smiles to my face. Even though some of the memories are sad at least they feature the ones that I love, and love is what is missing in this now empty world. I say empty but actually it’s not, even though there are no towns or cities left there are still people. People like the wanderers or The Saviours who continue to regroup. Together we are stronger than we are alone, and once again I am questioning why I came here. Why did I leave safety to save a dying world?

‘My name is Alea Ravern, I am female and I had a family. My favourite things are red, black, night, water and rain. I hate grey, eyes, buildings and questions’. These thoughts bring memories, memories of the night when I lost my family. We were happy that day; it was the day that it all happened. We didn’t know and were laughing about a joke my dad had made.

But then we had heard a crash. My dad went to investigate the mysterious and unusual sound but before he came back we heard a scream. It was his voice but brutally twisted with pain. Then the screaming stopped. I tried to escape with my mum but a silver knife found its way into her back killing her before we had a chance to run. The last thing she said to me was ‘run, run Alea’. Then her life was over, I turned to see my neighbour standing there grinning like a berserker over the dead body of my mum. Instead of running like mum told me to I turned to him and brought the knife I had taken from the table into his chest. That was the first person I killed that day, but not the last.

After finding every possible weapon I could around the house and stuffing food, clothing and water into a rucksack I left the house to find a scene of chaos laid out before me. People were running wild, screaming the cry of the insane. These people were the kids in school, the busy parents and event sweet Mrs Gregory from down the street. Everybody was fighting, killing and destroying. Knifes plunged into bodies and the rhythm of gun fire was the music to this terrible last dance.

I made my way through the mob of murderers killing anyone in my way. I had to escape to find my way to freedom. So as I shot the gun my father had and stabbed the wicked blade of the bread knife into each body I said a silent prayer and a wish for forgiveness. But I felt no remorse; these weren’t human’s just empty shells where humanity had once lived. I escaped from this minor war and into the calm of the woods. But even here I wasn’t safe, even here the predators could get me.

So I continued walking, my aim to get as far away from hell has possible. In my bag I had knifes, bullets, a gun and even our old bow and arrow set used for archery. But I still felt vulnerable; I had only limited supplies and no warm clothes to save me from hypothermia. I came to the conclusion that I was doomed to die alone, cold and hungry. But then I met the wanderers, other escapees running from the madness.

Among then was Caleb, a boy my age. We had ‘clicked’ instantly becoming friends as much because of the circumstances as our similarities. It was good having somebody to talk to, somebody to share my worries with. Together we travelled with the wanderers for 2 years. We shared memories and experiences and adapted to the new world together. But although I was content with wandering Caleb was not. He told me his plans of leaving but I never believed him.

But he meant what he said and he did leave me to go save the world. He wanted to join The Saviours or as they were called then The Brother band. I was bitter about this, why didn’t he take me with him? Why did he leave me alone? But now as I set out on my own journey to save the world I finally see why he decided to do this. Because it’s better to fight for a better future than to accept an early death, that what he said then and it’s what I'm saying now.