I look at the dark sky, only lit with fires in the distance. Every moment I have been through on this day has been a pain. I watch as the city I loved so much crumbles before my eyes. I need to move. I can't just sit here, accepting the fact I'm going to die. I'll die anyway. It's just a matter of now or later, and all I can depend on is myself.
With this thought in my head, I push myself up from the ground. There aren't many here. There's one in an alleyway, tearing up what I can only assume to be a fresh corpse of an unfortunate adult. I don't think about it, I just run. My legs were shaking horribly, but I ran anyway, driven by fear and adrenaline. Everything was hurting. My eyes were burning at the scent of the smoke and ash in the air. My legs were hurting from pushing my body forward, even though they were fatigued to hell and back. I need to stop... if I go any farther then I will collapse. I tried to tell my legs this, yet they kept going, and I couldn't stop them. I eventually fell again, collapsing at my weight. All the determination I had earlier falling out of me as soon as I hit the hard pavement.
My eyelids shut, heavy after a horrible day of being awake. Maybe if i'm lucky, i'll die in my sleep and won't have to worry about it.
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I wake up, looking around me. My head spins, pounding as if there was a jackhammer inside of it. I'm beside a bridge, on a sidewalk looking over the water. I stay and watch.
A spray of water goes toward the mountain on the opposite side of the bridge. Then suddenly, a flash of light and an explosion. I flinch just thinking about what happened. Two figures try to make their way back onto the road, somehow defending themselves from the robots that infested the town I call my home just a few hours earlier. I can't tell with what. I could tell what they were trying to do on that bridge. Escape the city. They probably have a bracelet on like that one man I met earlier did. He blew up too. I continue watching them. The two figures are well over past half the bridge once it starts falling behind them. They safely made it to the road where I could see them. Both of them were girls, it seemed. One had short, light brown hair, but it was lighter than mine. The other one had darker hair, tied into two long braids. I watched as they ran off, the bridge still crumbling in the distance.
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Michiru Takahashi's guide to surviving the most horrible event in human history.
AdventureA girl is currently trying to escape the most horrible despair-inducing event in human history. Her parents are dead, she is alone, and dozens of murderous robo-bears roam the streets of the city she used to call her home. She doesn't want to die j...
