An eleven year old girl, lost, alone and vulnerable. Trying to fight for her life while practically fading away. Maybe I was glad I was fading away. Maybe death was the only thing that would release me from this sick, sad world. At least I'd be with my parents, my grandparents, everyone who ever loved me who were gone. I would always stay awake imagining what life would be like if I'd took the time to make friends, if I had a sibling, if this dreaded rain never hit the town. Food was becoming scarcer and scarcer, hospitals were running out of resources, everything was falling apart and the rain was the wrecking ball. I could feel my ribs by now and I had very little food left in my backpack. I trekked through the woods avoiding every puddle and stream as I searched for food. I'd be lucky if I found a can or something like that. I definitely didn't find them often enough. I saw the occasional gaurd searching the forest and I'd learnt they were searching for survivors. But I knew that they couldn't be trusted. I jumped over a stream and spotted a can balanced on a branch. I grinned and ran over. The branch was high, but I'd had enough practice climbing trees to grab it quickly. I felt around in my bag for the only spoon I had. It was rusting and broken, but it was still a spoon. I stabbed the lid of the can with the broken end of my spoon and soon pried it off. Baked beans. Great. They were cold and tasted slightly of dirt, it didn't stop me from chomping down the whole thing in five seconds though. I threw the can over my shoulder and carried on searching further and further into the dense forest ahead of me.
