The Story of Ember comes in the form of Salvation.
Ember has to deal with leaving her family on her own for the first time in her entire life, she was ready for freedom. But when they tell her she has to go with one of the kids she grew up with and...
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My head was pounding as I woke up, my leg thrown off the couch as I peeled my eyes open, looking at the leaves. I was honest in my intentions to Jav last night. I wasn't going to stop.
I pulled my boots that had been taken off the night before, quickly tying the laces as I was ready to get away from the community homes. I didn't like the looks I get, and once again the unsettling feeling of simply not belonging raged through my veins.
I walked through the woods, moving swiftly to my home in the trees to change and strap my weapons onto my body.
It was time my dad actually started listening to what I was saying and not just brushing me off. I deserved to be heard, to be listened to. I was going to get the respect I deserved. Looking up to the sun, I knew they would already be gone for the day. So instead of walking to the community, I turned and walked to the town. The very off limited town.
A scarf was pulled over my face, above my nose as I passed by the houses that were cleared, the red paint on the door showing what houses I had cleared through for my own reference. I moved to the next house in the line of homes to the plain door, leather fingerless gloves on my hands I flexed my fingers, wrapping the digits around the steel bat.
My dad and I worked for months on the bad in my hands after he started taking Mason with him more often and I was getting left behind, he came back one trip with the bat very similar to his own. We worked on it together for months.
It was our thing.
The nails protruding from the sides of it made it look like my dad's, but the long knife welded to the top of it is what set mine apart.
It was one of the good memories my dad and I shared.
It was a memory that no one could take away from me. One that I would hold with me until I died.
I moved forward, entering the house quietly. I stood with my back to the door as I knocked on the wood to my left.
There were biters in all of the houses. I don't know what happened on this island when the outbreak happened. From what my mom told me, everyone was in a panic when the dead rose again. Everyone fled from the houses, everyone except this island it seemed.
Outbreak must have happened swiftly on the island, everyone quickly isolating themselves from each other as the ferry was stuck on the other side of the water. They all accepted their fate and just simply went to their homes to be with their families.
It's oddly eerie.
I often tried to think about what would have happened if I were apart of the generation my parents were in. Alive and old enough to understand the break out when it happened. I think about how I would have handled it, what I would have done.
But I can't ever fully visualize it, as much as I wish I could, I can't because I don't understand the concept of driving in vehicles, electronics, the lights my dad often talked about.
