Chapter One
Wendy
Wendy shuffled through the dead leaves, and snapping twigs; which would nag at her boots once in awhile. She walked toward the woods, hoping to find one of the 12 others. She had been searching for 4 hours so far. Starting off with a swift jog, and ending with a slow walk. The weight of the bag hung low on her shoulder, it was so low it dragged along the ground. It carried a bottled water, a journal, a black gel pen, and a old camera. The world seemed to be swirling around her. Flashing images of people burning to ashes, and trees bursting into flames. There goes her sweet memories, of what used to be the nice cotton forest, but is more like a burnt piece of toast now. Wendy stopped by the old willow tree, and sat down. She opened the bag wool bag, and pulled out her camera. The sun was setting, and when it's finished you never know what's out lurking in the dark.
Wendy opened her eyes to reveal a dark sky full of stars. At least it wasn't that dark. She had some light on her camera from the flash, but would her camera and the stars be enough. Wendy decides to stop worrying, it was her fault she fell asleep before she could work things out. Wendy got up with a groan, and continued walking north. Maybe she'd be lucky, and find shelter. It's been about thirty minutes and all she's seen was trees. "I give up," she had hopelessly said within the 15 minutes of a slow jog, and started quietly walking again. The noise of crickets had calmed her throughout her journey. At least she knew she wasn't alone. Isn't not being alone good?
Wendy stops suddenly. In front of her was a huge frayed department store. She finally felt like praying wasn't a waste of her time. Sure the place could use some cleaning up, but at the end it could be worth it. Wendy started fast walking toward the store. Maybe if she was even luckier, there would be some food that wasn't burnt or past its due date. Wendy slid open the rusty doors, and looked inside. Then something hard, and cold hit the right side of her face.