The Yellow Light

The Yellow Light

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"Just look for the yellow light everyday before dusk, and you'll know I'm safe. And if you answer with your light, I'll know you're safe," "Promise me. Promise me you won't leave me in here," I replied, my voice starting to break, shaking with each word. "I promise you, Rose Marshall I will not let you die in there. I'll come back for you. I love you." "I love you too," I faintly responded, my cheeks wet with tears. Watching Dylan walk away from me was the hardest thing I've ever seen. I let his words melt into mind, just in case it was the last time I would hear anyone say my name.
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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