She Survived

Lazarah Blaze, nobody at all. Her life purpose; avoiding everyone, everything. She was a ghost of society, record clean, ordinary teen girl... But that was just what she wanted everyone to think of her. In reality, her reality, this girl was a monster. She had big plans for the world-- or what remained of it.

It was hell on Earth, the end of the world. Mother nature was revolting against everything, releasing the storms that were so terrifying that you only dream of them, and even when you wake you feel numb, and that image stays with you throughout the entirety of your life. The world was seemingly divided; each half recieved an extremely different but equally terrible punishment. The eastern half; fire. The blaze grew, and it did not stop until everyone was dead. The flames licked up buildings, attacked anything moving, breezed through the forests. The western half got the exact opposite; water. Every breathing thing drowned as the water gushed from no where, from everywhere.

3054, July 12th. Present day...

I opened my eyes slowly, not sure where I was. Bewlidered, I looked around me. The forest that was once around me was ashes blowing in the wind. I coughed and stood up slowly, my side aching a bit.

"Hello?" I called out. Confused and unnerved by the silence I began to walk over to the drowned trees that drooped a few feet away from me. I ran into something about halfway there, where the ash on the ground ended and was replaced by wet dirt. I cried out in surprise, stumbling. Holding my hand out in front of me, I walked once more toward the spot I was just at.