I sat on the ground eating out of an old can of peaches. After a week of thinking this was my last day, I finally had a second to think. With all my family gone, I felt alone. I never realized there impact on me. And now I was really alone.
Then I had the idea that latter was going to be the killer of me. I need to find my friends.
There is no way they are at there houses. And the school is over won by the popular kids, like it was in real life. But this is real life. Anyways they are probably dead because they look to ugly with out makeup on, I thought and chuckled to myself.
I was in the middle of the woods by myself and now an orphan, and I was laughing. I put down the peaches and packed everything in my old softball bag, which came in handy when needing to carry a lot, besides my sleeping bag and my little gun. I pulled it all up to tree and tried to sleep.
I woke up from a bad dream at about 12 according to a watch I stole from a man who I killed because he attacked me. I couldn't do it. I shoved my sleeping bag into my pack and started running. I don't know where to but I ran and ran. And as I was running I remembered an old plan my friends and I put together of we ever were in the purge. I stoped as I tried to pull together every detail. I turned around then I was off again.
