Alexander woke, barely able to breathe. He could feel something dry on his face. It was covering his eyes too. He lifted his hands, clawing at the object.
"Alexander Hamilton, stop that. I'm trying to help you." A deep female voice spoke.
"Who are you?" Alex asked.
"My name is Laine Walker." The voice replied. A/N I wrote myself into the narrative... Yes this character is based off of me. I hate life.
Alex choked on the cloth. "Why are you covering my face?"
"You don't want to be seeing or smelling anything at the moment, I can assure you." Her voice cracked, and Alex could feel her hand shifting. "Try to stand up."
Alex followed her instruction, sitting up, then standing. Laine had removed her hand from his face, but the cloth was still on. He could vaguely feel a knot at the back off his head.
Realisation hit him.
"Is my family dead?" Fear dripped in his tone.
"Everyone is dead." Was the girl's simple reply. Alex gasped. He felt a pressure on his shoulders. "I'll guide you, okay?"
Alex dropped to the ground, clawing at the knot of the cloth. No, he had to see this with his own eyes.
"Alexander stop!" He could feel the girl's hands ripping at his, but he shoved backwards, catching her off guard. He undid the knot, looking around.
Wood and stone was everywhere.
Bodies were everywhere.
Death and carnage was everywhere.
Alex screamed, and he stood, staring, wide-eyed.
Laine grabbed him, turning him around so that her face consumed his sight. She bore into him with multi-coloured eyes, and, as Alex recalled later, they were predominantly blue.
Then the smell hit him. It hit him hard. He keeled over, beginning to dry reach. The girl had stepped away, giving him space.
"I told you to keep the damn cloth on, you fool." She reminded him gently.
Alex stopped attempting to vomit and stared at her. She offered him the cloth, and he took it, tying it back around his face.
She led him, pushing his shoulders this way and that. Eventually they stopped. The cloth was pulled from his eyes, and there was a hole in the ground. Next to it sat a wooden circle, which was the same size as the mouth of the hole. It had a smaller hole in the middle of it, tiny in fact.
"Get in." The girl flicked her hand toward the hole. Alex stared at her, bewildered.
"Why would I do that?" He glared in disgust at the hole.
"There's another storm coming. This is our only chance to survive." She grabbed the wooden circle, pulling it closer to the burrow. Alex hesitantly slid down into it. The girl joined him, then dragged the lid over the top of them.
"How do you know there's another storm coming?" Alex asked, sitting down.
"I can feel it." Laine replied, sitting as well.
The two were silent.
"Who exactly are you?" Alex asked, wanting to distract himself from the disturbing images in his head.
"Laine Walker, 17, psychic orphan. Don't ask how I know you're name. Everyone does." She replied quickly. Thunder rumbled in the distance, causing Alex to startle. Laine seemed pretty calm. A/N I actually love storms.
