Hope is Always Needed
Today was a day of mourning a day of loss, it was December 6th. A year ago I lost my parents to the alien invasion. I remember it as if it were yesterday… it was one in the morning and my parents had went to bed around nine at night. I was in the living room watching my favorite Disney movie, The Lion King. As I was singing the lyrics to Hakuna Matata. watch?v=mSW4Mqihbd4. At the end of the song there was a loud crash, windows, doors, family heirlooms were wiped out. Tan scaled creatures charged throughout the house, one grabbed me and threw me over its shoulder. I yelled out for my parents but there was no answer, that's when I saw them… lying on the floor they're faces covered in blood. I let out a high pitched scream hoping someone would hear me and save me from these evil creatures. But no one came… I wasn't saved I was tortured. They did many experiments on me. One of them made me so ill I thought I was going to die on the table. They injected they're blood into my system, which made me much stronger and faster than any normal human ever before it was a science breakthrough. I felt indestructible I healed so much faster an sure it hurt like a bitch when I got hurt, but I knew it was best to see how much of a pain tolerance I had gotten. Soon I escaped to the outside world and I salvaged what I could from wherever I stayed, until of course I met the 2ncd mass. My name is Hope and I am always needed.