(So before I begin, I have something to say. I am probably not going to continue this story. I tried making the first few chapters, and I am already experiencing writers block. This was just going to be a concept that I would enjoy. So, apologies if you actually liked the concept or anything like that and thank you. -TheGhostGirl)
Prologue
It's been ages since the apocalypse. Now, I don't mean an apocalypse such as the rising of zombies or anything you've read in fairy tales, no. I mean the kind of apocalypse that could tear a family apart. A kind of apocalypse that will show the different kinds of people. Those who run, those who fight, and those who watch. The ones that watch will usually only survive a couple of days. Those who run will survive a week or longer, depending on the circumstances. And those who fight, they're either the first to die, or the last to survive.
These viewpoints don't relate to me, though. You see, I am a watcher. I watched as the ones who tried to run failed and the ones who tried to fight fell. I was watching when my family tried to overcome the obstacle before us. I watched as my closest friend died in my arms. I just watched. I tried to be there. To be there for my friends and family, but every time, I came to a dead end. I had no way to help someone who has fallen ill to the apocalypse, and I still have dreams of those who died in my arms.
I should've tried harder. I should've pushed myself, instead of watching. I should've fought, like my brothers before me. But I stuck with my path, to tend to them when they fall and to pick up the pieces they left behind. Now, I walk alone. I walk down the path of my fate, head raised high because I can't lose anymore. For everything I have once had is gone, all but my purple mask.