The Lost.

Chapter: 1

The Monsters Below

As I stare down below I see the disaster human kind has brought over the world, the lord had tested us and we had failed. Once again we had proofed we can not stand alone, that we needed him, but was this his sign to us that he had left us, or his way of making us stronger. Ether way I could not let my sister die, she needed me, I needed her. There was no one around us, no one still breathing the air of late September just the moaning of corps still standing,

looking around as if trying to find their way back from were they came, but instead taking the life’s of others who are not like them . They say once you die you will come but not as you lift, but like one of them, The LOST.

The first one I ever saw was on T.V, but when you see them face to face its different almost like hell had risen from underneath, and satins creatures had chosen you to snack on from their long awakening from the depths of evil, and they disguised them self’s as your loved ones, neighbors, and the every day people you “walked” pass, but now to survive you had to run because they give no mercy to who ever you are or were. They were just made to kill and destroy everything that had a heart beat. All they were, were the monsters below and the curse that had been put upon us.

Chapter: 2

WE

Stand ALONE

It was early June and my family and I had left our little town of Bloomville Georgia to go to New York City. I had once grown up there. It was there were I had my first friend. I can still remember his first name, Jasper, but up to there is all I can remember. I just knew he was a dearest friend who always cared about me, and now I got to go back to the place I met him even if it was just for a summer. I finely got to see what came to be of him and my little sister was very exited too. Her name was Melody, but I called her Mel or Melly depending on the situation . She was about the best little sister you could ever have, but she didn’t get out much so this was going to be one of her best summers ever. Its not that she wasn’t out going she’s just always been stuck in a wheelchair since she was five due to a car accident which would never let her walk again. That’s why we had to leave New York City so she could have a better enveirment to grow up in, where they wouldn’t judge her as much as in the crowded city of New York. But besides the fact of me leaving my family, friends, and the so be best friend of mien Jasper. Its actually not that bad in Georgia I made new friends, met some unfriendly people, made some unforgettable memories , and got a job at the local Bloomville library where I spend my week days checking books inn and out and week ends reading health and medical books. My mom and dad think I spend to much time in that library but I just want to perfect my future carrier. There's nothing like the feeling of saving and helping the life’s of others.

“Fleuron get of the car and help us carry the shopping bags to the car.” shouted my mom from four cars away outside a small grocery store in a town we had stopped by to pick up some few items we needed.

“Going mom let me finish Melly’s braid.” I replied in a shout matching hers.

As I got of the car to pop the trunk of our compacted suburban my mom gave me a slight stare I could see from the corner of my.

“what?” I responded to the stare she had given me not knowing I had noticed.

“Oh nothing, just her name is Melody not Melly.” she explained to as if I were just a child.

“I know, I just like calling her Melly.It seems sweeter.”