The Cost Of Survival

Day I

Waking up in the dark, on a cold hard floor is not my definition of fun. And the fact that I am wearing nothing does not help. I shuffle around on the floor for a second, then attempt to stand. I hit my head on something seemingly hard. Rigid even. I run my hand across the surface of this much-too-low ceiling. This is stone. I waddle forward, not quite standing but not really kneeling. I soon bump into a wall. Also stone. I reach up, and there is no ceiling. I run my hands along the wall, looking for a way to climb. I doesnt take long before i find a few crevases in the wall, so i begin to climb. Until I reach a ledge. I climb up, very careful of the fact that this could be as little as a foot wide. And I stand. The sight that I had found was not very forgiving. There was nothing but fire. There were gunshots, and people trying to kill eachother. I could not stand to look another second.

Authors note:
Sorry I havent written in awhile and my old books (book?) Were/was trash.