Chosen

The events of that chilling night are still fresh in my mind. Maybe too fresh.

The Sleepover.

The Storm.

The Power Outage.

The Grave Yard.

...Then the lightning strikes.

I wake up, afraid and disoriented.. I'm in the middle of the woods, alone. Or so it seems. I hear someone chasing after me. I think they want to kill me.

I am different.

I am Chosen.

I lost my grasp on what's real, and what's fabricated. I lost my faith, not knowing who to trust, or who to distrust. I lost the single most important thing to me, and I lose hope along with it.

One thing I know for certain- Evil is brewing, and I may be the only one who can stop it. The others like me will be needed to put an end to the madness that consumes the world.

Because time is running out.