Far from home

Chapter1

Above is a picture of the main character Winter. Also really sorry if there are any mistakes in the spelling.

In the distance of the city of the lost. The robotic houses look like insignificant ants in their marsh. The rolling mountains surrounded the city like an armour of isolation. The various clouds made the green grass look so vibrant with the contrast. A lofty rusted makeshift structure represents the center of the city. It contains all the stores and also some living quarters for those travelling.

There are four buildings sitting on spider-like leg supports. Two are homes crowded with occupants. One is a church long forgotten. And last the home to the rulers of the city. The people travel by boat to travel from one spot to another. Their roads are like canals in their sunken town. The reflection on the endless murky water is broke by a paddle from an unwelcomed visitor. The people in the town are reclusive and apathetic to the outsider venturing into the depths of the city. Once a vast metropolis, presently forgotten and lost.

This is my home. Or it was until I decided to abandon it. The decision wasn't a hard one for me. It was a choice between life and death. I preferred to live. I preferred to live because I'm a bad person, who has done bad things. I'm not going to recite them for you because there's too many to list. I am going to declare the one worst thing I may have done. The one thing that made leaving my home a choice of life or death. I killed my best friend in coldblooded murder. And in the time that comes, I will accomplish graver things. Much graver things.

I as I look out at my home from the roof of an abandoned 7-11. I worry if I made the right choice. But there was no going back now. I sling my backpack onto my back. I spread my fingers through my ratty hair in a vain attempt to untangle it. I then slip it up into a ponytail with the elastic I had on my wrist. I put my handgun into my holster along with an extensive variety of knives and start the descent down the ladder to the 7-11.

I walk in through the door. The store was already ransacked, though I'm not sure how long ago. With my hand resting on my gun as a precaution, I open up my backpack and start shoving any food and dink I can find in it. As I turn the corner of the aisle to the first aid section I trip over something. A young girl considerably, younger than me was sleeping on the floor now awake.

She was no older than 12. She had long blond hair, sky-blue eyes and a light dusting of freckles. She clasps a gun in her small hands. I could tell she wasn't going to shoot even though she had her finger firmly on the trigger. I didn't want to kill her. If I leave her though, they will find her and what they will place her through a considerably worse punishment than a swift death. I grab the gun from my holster and shoot her in the head without a second thought. She barely has time to blink.

I haul her out of the sleeping bag and thrust it into my backpack. Then add her gun to my collection. I look around and see she has a backpack. I unlatch it and find a water thermos with a filter which I pocket along with a compass. She has some spare clothes that I take the liberty of changing into. A pair of cargo pants, a tight-fitting tee shirt, a leather jacket and some lace-up army boots. While I'm in the first aid aisle, I grab two-first aid kits and some brown hair dye from the next aisle.

I enter the bathroom and dye my red hair a dark chestnut colour. While it's setting, I roll up my pant leg and pull the bullet out of my thigh. I clean it out with an alcohol wipe and stitch it up without so much as a flinch. I rinse my hair out. I refill my bike with gas and am off again into the forest heading west away from my beloved lost city.

I set up for the night or early morning. At this point, I not sure. I climb a tall pine tree figuring it will cover me well enough. I roll out the sleeping bag I got from the little girl earlier. It makes things a lot more comfortable on the hard tree branch. The fluffy padding cushions my body from stray twigs and pine needles. I settle in and let my fatigue take over. I am asleep in a heartbeat.

Do you think Winter is a bad person or just a girl trying to survive? I would love to hear what you think. Please comment (only positive comments please!!!) and remember to vote.