There I was, stand around piles of corpses, crying, looking for my mom, when I saw him. A boy who looked a tad older than me, standing on a pile of dead bodies, holding a bloodstained knive in his hand, and his cold, dead eyes, with his head half turned, staring at me. I gasped at the horror as he stared. I was frozen, unable to move, trembling in fear. I couldn't even yell for help.
" Young lady!" I heard a man yell. I turned to see a man, with his companions, running towards me. " Are you injured?" He asked checking me. I shooked my head no. He sighed with relief as he took my hand and said " Come. We'll look for your mother.," I nodded my head.
We started to leave when a glanced at the boy, who was now staring straight at us. " Hey.," I man said. I turned my head to the man, seeing what he wanted. " What's your name, Sweety?" He asked. I turned back to look at the boy, but when I did no one was there. I looked back at the man as we continued walking. " My name's Flaky.," I replied. " Cute name." He said as he patted my head and tightened his grip on my hand.
I was only a little girl, when that happened. It was called " The Grand Soldier". Millions died including my family. I was one of the little who were spared. I was take in by the man, who found me. He raised me along with others who were spared. They became my new family, but even though it was so long ago I still wonder why he didn't kill me. Why he spared me.