Bring Me Back To Life (Girl x Girl)

Chapter One - Running

~~Hunter's POV~~

Sirens and screams echoed around me, along with the deafening howl of the wind. This is it. The end of the world is looking back at me. The smell of rotting corpse overtakes my nose.

I've been running down the streets for hours and I believe I'm lost. Yey. I made a sharp turn to my left, my mistake. It turns out I was on one of the streets nearby the football stadium. Groups upon groups surrounded all entrances, giving off a horrific smell. I brought my hand to my nose and instantly ran in the opposite direction.

After what felt like days of running, I stumbled upon the outskirts of a forest. I know this place! I would come here all the time when I wanted to escape my so called father, but I'll tell you more about that later. I made a small den in what seems to be a very small cliff ledge, with a tree growing at the end. Over the years I would adapt and improve the structure. I had somehow managed to make walls using wood, which I had cut up using my father's tools. I think he forgot he had any. I found an old padlock and used it to lock the door, and I kept the key in the tree next to it, burried under dirt, leaves and twigs. I know exactly where it is though. I have done the flooring from my old house flooring, and stole an old mini fridge someone threw out. There's also a sleeping bag there.

I walked up to the tree. Panting for breath. Coming to the conclusion it was safe enough, I planted my now damp forehead against the cold bark. I stood like that for a few minuets just to catch my breath.

Okay, I'm all good now. I bend down to scavenge for the keys, they are in a small jewelry box. My hand slid over the smooth material as I retrieved it from its miniature grave. I emptied the contents, viewing a set of keys, all for the padlock however, I just couldn't work out how to get the off the keychain without breaking a finger.

I inserted the key into the padlock, twisting it until I heard that satisfying click! The padlock slipped open granting me access to behind the door. Slipping in, I took the padlock with me, and locked it on the other side. I threw off my backpack and emptied the bottles and food into the fridge.

A somewhat rectangular object brushed against my hand. I shifted my head to see the object. It was a picture. I don't remember putting that in there? The picture was of me, when I was at the age of 10. It was with my mother. We had escaped my father for the day, to visit a parade. It's was full of rainbows, and bright colours. Everybody was so happy, cheering, dancing. What baffled me though was why men where holding other men's hands, and women holding women's hands. They where in a relationship. I didn't know there were such thing. My mother had taken me to a pride parade, turns out later on she was actually gay herself, I think that's why father killed her. . . He made it look like a suicide, but I knew deep down it was him. I know it was him. tears had managed to escape from its cages, landing on the glass as if it was rain. I lay my head down once gotten myself into the sleeping bag, and drifted into a short, but peaceful slumber.

I awoke to a pink sunrise. It was beautiful. Well, it would be if you ignored that blanket of black smoke creeping its way over. I sighed and got up. I have empty bottles I didn't have time to refill in my final flee from home. There's a clean water streamed a short walk away from here. I grabbed my backpack, including the empty bottles, my keys, then set off. I wish I didn't have to, but I want to be as stocked up as I can. I might die out there, or die because I'm not prepared. I don't want to die, but I can't just wish upon a star. I have to act on it.

I unlocked the padlock, slipped it off, and left. I quickly hooked it on the outside before my venture. I would be lying if I said I'm not scared. Im terrified.

I took various routes, passing and turning at different individual trees, untill I heard the beautiful sound of water splashing. This place is beautiful, it's a shame that soon it'll be as discussing as the rest of the earth. Rotting, and dead. I retrieved the bottles from my backpack, filling them up to the brim.

A twig snapped behind me.