Escaped By The Phoenix

Chapter 1

As I ran through the forest, plants and bushes brushed against me, cutting my arms and legs, and branches whacked against my sides, deepening the cuts. I stumbled on roots and loose dirt, but I knew that I had to keep going. My muscles burned, and I was thick with sweat. I was out of breath. My sides hurt, but I just had to keep going. If I didn't, I would get caught. If I got caught, I would be taken back to the facility.

My long hair was a leafy and tangled mess, but I didn't care. As long as I got away from the facility, I would be alright. As long as I got away, I could get help. I will destroy the facility when I get the chance. I saw something there that I never want to happen to anyone ever again.

I ran and ran, never stopping. Whenever I fell, I would pick myself up again, not caring if I got hurt.

Someone needs to know. I've got to tell someone.

As I ran, my bare feet blistered and bleeding, little sharp edged seeds, wood chips, and splinters got lodged into my feet, causing me unimaginable pain. I pressed on, despite the pain.

I just had to find someone. Someone not associated with the facility.

The facility. I really don't want to think about that horrifying place.

The name of the facility. You're probably wondering about its name. I'll tell you someday, when I can remember it.

The forest began to thin, and as I was running, I found a trail nearby. I ran along it for what seemed like hours, until, when it was nearly sunset, I saw a small town in the distance.

Yes! I'm almost there! I can get help at that town!

I sprinted into the town and searched for someone who would care enough to help me.

I ran down an old alley that smelled of old moldy bread and stinky cheese.

It was sunset, and the sun was about to dip down completely behind the horizon, when, all of a sudden, I accidentally ran into someone.

I fell down onto my backside with a big "oof!", knocking the wind out of me.

I looked at the person that I had run into. It was a girl. She looked like a teenager.

She was staring at me with a look of wonder and surprise.

I tried to stand up. My muscles were not having that. I fell down, my body hurt and sore from my marathon through the forest.

Without a word, the girl came over to me and helped me stand up. When she let go of my arms, she looked at her hands and saw stale blood, my blood, on them.

"What?" She asked. "I-is... Is this blood?"

She looked at me and finally noticed the open cuts on my arms and legs.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened. "You're hurt! What happened?"

I didn't speak. I didn't know if I could trust this girl. She seems nice, but it may just be a trick.

"My mother and father own a small clinic." The girl said. "We can treat your cuts there."

I looked at her.

I began to feel a little dizzy, and my vision blurred.

I must've passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was being carried by the girl. She was carrying me piggyback with my arms dangling over her shoulders.

She noticed that I was awake and smiled.

"So the dead is awake." She said.

She laughed when she saw my look of confusion.