When the World Comes to an End

When the World Comes to an End

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When a hiking group goes on their yearly hike, the world unexpectedly changes. They flee the trails when they hear what seem to be blaring sirens. They come across a dug out hold in the mountain on their trail in which they take cover. There are sounds of distant explosions. They're not just bombs either, they're missles. After hours of explosions and fear, the war amongst them comes to an end. When they see what is left of not only the city but the world around them, they drop to the ground in hope that it is all just a dream... AN: If there are any grammar or spelling errors, don't be afraid to let me know, I love to improve my writing and my works. I plan to uodate the stroy about 2-4 times a week depending on my schedule... Votes are very appreciated!!
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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