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Survive:
I stumble about the gravestones, tears streaming down my cheeks. I sniffle and a shutter creeps through my spine. My long black bangs hang over my face, shielding my expression. I rub at my eyes with the sleeve of my over-sized sweater and stare down at the tear stained fabric. All of thishas come on way to fast; no one could've expected it.
"Uhnn..." a groan sounds from behind me and upon reflex, I spin around and bash my crowbar into its face. A sickening crunch rips through the air as its head tears away from its body. Life has been like this since I awoke last night. I've no idea where it started and i doubt that anyone does; anyone that could've is most likely dead and one of them.
I drag my crowbar through the grass leaving a scarlott coloured trail. An exhasperated sigh escapes my lips as I begin to wander along. I kneel down as a headstone with two names stabs at my chest. "Maria and Johnathan Thompson" I say somberly. They would be proud of me. Their daughter, Saria Thompson, if surviving through this. I touch the headstones and pull myself to my feet, rubbing at my eyes once again. "There has to be somwhere safe to go... somewhere to take refuge..." I mumble to myself. My eyes began to droop and I begin to wish that I could curl up and sleep, but I dare not let myself think of doing so in this situation. Awaken to being half eaten? No thanks.
Another sound alarms me and I prepare to see another one of those things, but I see something unexpected. It's a small girl. I carry my crowbar cautiously as I approach her. Leaves crunch underfoot as I slowly creep closer and cloaser to the child. Part of me really wants to run to her and help her, but after what I've seen in the past day, you can't just assume that everyone is safe to approach.
"Are you alive!?" I shout to her. She raises her head to look at me, only to reveal a blooded half face. Her mouth gapes open and lets out a gurgle of a moan. A small stuffed bunny lay beside her, tattered, but she leaves it as she attemps to crawl towards me. Her huge grey eyes stare at me, glazed over; lifeless. I cringe as I feel sharp stabs at my heart. She remind me so much of my little sister. I collapse to the ground, clutching my head as a shriek bursts from my throat.
WHY HAS THIS HAPPEND!? WHY HAS THE WORLD COME TO LOOK LIKE THIS!? I shout again; shout at the world and what it has become. Painstakingly, I lift myself to my feet and run. Just run. The only thought in my head now is: "Survive..."
***Hope you liked it
-Zylaxta
