Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or The Inheritance Cycle. They belong to their respective owners. I created Zoey and the plot.
Chapter 1
It was the light that woke me up. It shinned through the window; it flickered and shifted. My feet touched the cold wooden floor as I got out bed. I moved to the window and peered outside. There was this amazing yellowish orange light filled object. The light simply filled the alley the a little sun.
"What is it?" I wondered. "I have to know."
I quickly changed out of my night clothes and into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I gathered up my long blonde hair into a pony tail. I started to sneak down stairs. The stairs creaked as I crept. I jumped a each time. I could be caught by Ms. Miller at any time. We were not allowed to go outside at night.
It was one of the many rules she had told me when I moved in. It was a nice enough place to live, but the house was crowded with all the other kids. Ms. Miller took in a lot of foster kids. I have had worse homes during the long ten years of my life. Ms. Miller made sure that we had food and some clothes. It was enough, but I wasn't really cared for. I was just one kid. I doubt after I leave she will remember me. I will just be one in the many.
I grabbed my shoes by the back door and shoved my feet into them. I grabbed my sweater and opened the door. It was cold outside so I slid the sweater on. The alleyway was lit with the objects light. It seemed dimmer though.
I walked over to it. The light seemed to pass through me. It felt warm. I slipped my hand inside. It was warm and fuzzy. I took a step closer and went inside.
Dizzy. I was so dizzy. I tumbled over and hit the grown. It was wet. It was also muddy. I jumped up quickly, but the damage was done. My jeans and shoes were muddy. I could practically here Ms. Miller.
"Zoey Zaylee Zamora, look what you have done to your clothes." She would yell.
"Great! This is just great." I complained. "Where the hell am I?"
I looked around. There were trees, lots of trees. I'm in a forest, a creepy forest. It was dark and untamed. It was not anything like the park. There were no walk ways for lights. It was only the light of the thing. It was also quiet; there were no signs of life. The only thing I could here was the light beat of rain.
Suddenly, the light went out. It was pitch black. I turned around and took a few steps forward with my arms out strait. There was nothing. The thing was gone.
"Where am I?"