My breath quickens and I see my skin start to shrivel away. I feel nauseated and fall into a deep deep trance.
I was in a dark room. I scream a horrible, terrible, miserable scream. I shrivel away and the wind blows me away. My next location is a city. More like an abandoned one. It was destroyed. People running around, foaming at the mouth. I get bitten and become one. I fall into an endless pit of stripes and colors.
Water splashes in my face when I wake up. I wasn't dead. I lived. Unless I was looking down at my dead body. The cold water is refreshing to my fried skin. The boy is kneeling next to me pouring water on my green legs. I didn't have my leggings on. To be honest I was a bit embarrassed. But I couldnt move to cover my striped underwear. I was too stiff. "Why don't I have my pants on" I saw weakly. he laughed and said "because I needed to look at the infection." Infection? That can't be any good. He peeled my top off to reveal a bloodied tank top and many wounds that have reopened from the helicopter crash. The green line ran up my leg up to my chin. "We need more water" he says. I nod and he goes out looking. Soon I fall asleep on the hot sand.
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Trapped
Mystery / ThrillerWinter Sherill, She is trapped in the middle of the desert with nothing but a little water some food and a companion. They can't remember who they are or were. But they know that this isn't right.
