A/N: Hey, I originally wrote this for an English assessment but loved how it turned out. I based this off the 'Tomorrow' Series (Tomorrow when the war began) written by John Marsden. I absolutely love those books! This is not exactly like the books, but it is pretty close. SO, I'm putting it in the Tomorrow section just in case.
The sun was starting to rise. It had been a long night. We were all exhausted. I could see the people in front of me dragging their feet, their shoulders slumped and their arms softly swaying as they continued to walk on. We had to keep walking, we couldn't stop. They'll catch us if we do.
We had walked all night, silently watching through the darkness, making sure we weren't seen. We couldn't be seen. They'll catch us if we were.
There were seven of us, seven that used to be eight. But we had learned from that mistake. Never again would we be that reckless. Never again would we be that ignorant. So now, we listen for sounds. With our heads up high and our ears keen, we listen for sounds that could mean the end. We had to listen. They'll catch us if we didn't.
The sun was now on the horizon. We were close to our destination. Just a little bit further. Day light is coming upon us.
We have grown paranoid. But I guess in these situations, it cannot be helped. Barely eighteen and we have seen and done more than you could have ever imagined. The experiences we have gone through these past few months have changed some of us dramatically. We will never be the same. The memories haunting us, never letting go, holding on like a dog with its bone.
As I look around to the people walking beside me, it is hard to recognize them as the children I grew up with. The people I had known and become friends with and now the people who have become the only family I have left.
It is amazing what war can do to people like us. We were ordinary country kids. But now, now we are war hardened, battle-torn guerrillas fighting to save our country to the invaders of war.