Lost But Not Forgotten (NaNoWriMo 2013)

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- I am writing this like off the bat so the grammar and descriptive words kinda suck cuz I am not editing it. My word count goal for the end of the month is 20,000 words :)

The slow quiet crunch of the snow beneath my feet signals the start of winter, the season I have dreaded all year, the season of death.

Last year Mama passed on along with several others in the village. I won't let than happen to little Bethany, my sweet innocent six year old sister.

As I make my way to the well, minuscule snowflakes flutter around me like glitter being sprinkled from the sky.

The quiet atmosphere of the village is so refreshing I feel like I've just dunked my head in a pot of ice water.

Usually by six o'clock, most villagers would have awoken and on with their daily jobs. This week, I was assigned to be the water bearer, basically I trek to the nearby lake every morning; this is my favourite chore of all, I can enjoy the Alaskan scenery and sometimes, only sometimes can I forget about the war that threatens the lives of all of us every single day.

One sighting, that's all they need and we'll be bombed to our deaths until there is nothing but rubble and charred remains. All of this that's happening, it's like a huge boulder is dangling on my fragile shoulders but is on so tight, there's no chance it will ever come off.

I remember the good old days when we used to live in the city, Chicago I think it was. Me, Jesse, Bethany, Mama and Papa were as happy as can be, the skies were bright blue and everywhere we looked were humans and freedom, something hard to come by nowadays.

But six years ago when I was eleven, our luxury lifestyle was turned into a nightmare, the invasion started in Britain so we were lucky to have heard it early enough to escape. We could only pack small valuables and essentials into our tiny red car, the roads were packed, it seemed like everyone was evacuating to other low down areas.

Papa had a brother, Uncle Jared; he lived deep in the mountains of Alaska, the perfect hiding place. And so we set off on the three day drive to the snow ridden state of Alaska.

By the time we arrived at the border, the skies were scarlet red, a sign of bloodshed and death. The humans had lost down south but there was a small chance that we could beat them. I really thought we could do that, I was so very wrong...