The girl walked around the quiet city, avoiding large pieces of debris that were piled up on the ground. She began to unconsciously rub the area of her head that had been hit with that huge rock during the explosion that happened weeks ago. She had just come out of her coma with no memories except for the last few minutes of her life before the explosion. Everyone was pretending to be calm but they all were as white as sheets, including herself. Then everything started crashing down around them and she was hit on the head by a large rock. Then everything went black. She woke up on the ground with a woman lying dead next to her. She guessed that the woman saved her and died after a few days. She wondered why she was so important that someone gave up their save hers. She stopped thinking about that when she ran out of food to eat.
Then she heard a rustling from the pocket of her ripped, but still usable brown leather jacket. She reached in to find an envelope with someone's name on it. Sophie Rosaline Williams. She wondered who it was for until she thought a moment. What if it was for her. She sat down on what was a large pillar that was now the base of a pillar with rubble and opened the crumpled envelope.
Dear Me,
It is the end of the world as I know it. A blast of radioactive materials is about to reach where I am so I am writing this letter to my self just in case something happens. Okay, so my name is Sophie Rosaline Williams, or as I like to go by, just Rosa or Sophie. I represent the country of Wales. My friends are mostly just Arthur Kirkland, he represents England, Feliciano Vargas, he represents Italy, and a few others. I have no idea who will and who won't survive this but I hope at that at least a few other countries will survive this. Please try and find the surviving countries and continents' representatives.
From,
Sophie Rosaline Williams
P.S- Don't forget about Flying Mint Bunny, Draga, and my other magical friends. They won't get affected by the blast because they live on a different plane than us humans and representatives.
She was so glad that she remembered some details of her life before the explosion now, and that she knew who she was. It was so hard on her that she was living, yet she couldn't remember who she was. She put the letter back in the envelope which she then slipped back into her jacket's pocket. As she was slipping the letter back into her pocket she felt something that was cool and had some kind of rough thing on it. She took it out and examined it. It was a silver locket with pasta engraved on the front. She opened it to see a picture of happier looking version of her with a man who had auburn hair and an odd look on his face. He seemed strangely familiar and when she looked at the other side, there were some words engraved there.
'To Sophie, my nice friend! From, Italy Veneziano'
She knew the man now, his face, his silly actions, his taste in food like how he loved pasta and pizza, everything. Italy had been her friend before she had been hit by the rock and before the explosion. She now had a purpose and a name. She put the locket on and stood up. She quickly raided the rubble and gathered a nice food supply from a refrigerator that had survived that blast and most of the food in it hadn't rotted so she put all of the food that was still able to be eaten in her bag. Then she stood up against the morning sun. She knew what she had to do.
She was going to find her friends and fellow countries and continents' representatives. And she was going to re-unite their once beautiful world and rebuild all their countries. She wasn't going to do any of this alone. She has one friend in mind now to start with.
'My friends are … Arthur Kirkland, he represents England...'