Murky red

Idk now

This is just an old undeveloped concept that I have. The premise is that there has been an atomic bomb that causes phycological problems with those in the area.  So far the protagonist is suffering from amnesia. The story is still in the developmental phase. I'm just testing the waters. Of course, there are more ideas but I'll see how I'll branch this out. Please keep in mind that this is a draft that I wrote in one sitting.

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"It's time for Cambridge annual summer camp vacation"

"I hate summer camp"

"It's going to be fun, I promise"

"Bro, it's camping. It can't be that bad plus I heard Wren is going to be there"

And then I woke up.

My head shot up. Well tried to. With all the pain in my head, I couldn't seem to move with any speed faster than a snail could.

Looking around I can see I'm in no Hotel resort. All around are trees reaching 15 meters and maybe taller. The dirt is dry as if someone took a syringe and pulled out all of the moisture.

A felt relieved at the fact that she could blink. Moving other limbs would be the problem. My joints felt like old gears that haven't been used in years. Somehow I was able to move my body into an upright position. Legs, however, were being problematic. Other than that my tongue felt as dry and cracked as the dirt.

"When was the last time I ate," I thought.

Regaining feeling in my legs, I start to lean up against a tree. The tree seems to have parts of the leaves on the ground. That's strange. It's supposed to be summer. I don't think leaves are supposed to fall this much this time of year. What do I know, I can barely remember my own name.

My legs give out and I'm back on the rough ground.

Maybe should rest here until gravity stops being a jerk.

With the bomb drills that we had every week at school. It was inevitable that one was actually dropped. But what was in it is the question.

They tell us to run home and kiss our parents' goodbye but I guess I can't to that now being this far into the woods.

Is this what a concussion is like? The world is still slightly even kneeling from the ground.

"Where is everyone"

"Why am I alone"

All I could do now sit. Maybe If my phone is nearby I can see if there is anything that will help me remember.

I scavenged the dirt and leaves until I found a rectangular like a clump of dirt.

"Found it" I shouted out

The dirt was hard to get off and there's still are some clumps left but just enough came off to see the screen.

Turning it on was also a hassle. Somehow it was at 43%. Considering the fact that we seem to be far from any other form technology I'm surprised that it can even work. Thankfully I was able to recall my password and navigate my way around apps.

On the second page, I find a diary app. Maybe I actively write there and it has more answers.

July 4th, 2059

Today is my last day of freedom and happiness. (Don't even mention internet >w<) Urgh, I can't believe Sage convinced me to go to this stupid sleep away camp. He's my best friend and all but I'm going to kick him. The only reason I am going is that Wren is going. Sage is going to but I see him all the time. My plan is to get a cabin with her and we will spend nights getting to know each other. THEN I will confess and we will live happily ever after. So what if I sacrifice the internet I did it for love.

P.S. I think the cabin is far out so if the war starts while we are gone we will have some distance from the majority of attacks.

My companions have to be around here somewhere. If we're all in the forest we will have to find each other. The ongoing war will have to wait.

I am finally able to stand and walk. Looking out to the endless amount of trees I set out on a journey of survival and friendship.

Sage, Wren I'm coming.