Chapter 1:

AN: So, there will obviously be spoilers for Season 5 Episode 4, the End. Enjoy.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the ceiling. Apart from, it didn't look the like the ceiling I saw when I fell asleep about three hours ago. When I fell asleep it was plain white and smooth, maybe with the odd spider's web because I don't have the heart to kick the poor things out my room. But now it definitely wasn't the same ceiling, it can't be. This ceiling had a giant crack through the middle and most of the paint had chipped off to leave it with an ugly tint of yellow. However the fact that my ceiling looked different wasn't the only thing that worried me.

I slowly got out of my bed, to realise it wasn't the same bed either. I fell asleep on an extremely comfortable mattress supported by a frame made of oak with a mint green pillow and sheets. But of course what I woke up on was extremely old and looked like it was even going mouldy. I, of course, jumped out of it extremely quickly for fear of catching something. I looked more around the room I was in, feeling like it was somehow familiar. But how I have no idea. I don't remember ever being in a room in such a state as this. I decided to investigate the room more, not yet bringing myself to open the shoddy curtains and look around outside. That would probably make me panic and I needed to stay focused and get myself out of this mess. I decided to stick close to the edge of the room because from what I could tell it was probably not on the ground floor and I really didn't need the floor caving and falling bringing me down in the process. I looked around the room to see if I could pick out anything in particular. I looked over to the far corner of the room to see what looked to be a bookshelf. Strange, that was the same place I had one in my own room. I was getting an awful feeling about this. I moved over to the feeble shelf, making sure to keep to the edge of the room still. On it were a few old books. It was difficult to make out the covers but from what I could tell one of the books was The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken (AN: I'm sorry this book was published in 2012 so it's inaccurate. But I love this book so I really wanted to use it, you'll just have to go with it. And if you haven't read it I really suggest it, it's a good book for anyone who loves reading, at any age. Ok, on with the story), the same copy I had on my shelf at home as it is my favourite book. No, it couldn't be the same copy, could it?

I was starting to realise the reason why this room looked so familiar to me. Perhaps because it is my very own room, the same one I fell asleep in a few hours ago. But how is that possible? When I fell asleep it was in almost perfect condition, nothing was mouldy or broken and it was completely tidy and organised (Yes I'm a bit of a neat freak). I decided it was time to get out of here and find out what is going on. But it was a good idea to grab some stuff so I didn't end up with nothing. Luckily for me I got home late last night and couldn't be bothered to change into pyjamas so I was still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday: a white vest top and a pair of faded ripped jeans. I quickly pulled on a pair of black converse shoes and a thin grey jacket that I had left under my bed and thankfully were in a good condition. To keep it out the way I also plaited my caramel brown hair into a fish tail plait round round from the top right of my head, leaving the end to weave round and hang on my left shoulder. (AN: I hope that makes sense.) I grabbed one of the bags in the broken mouldy cupboard, a now brown rucksack that which had no tears or rips apart from the fact that the top handle was chewed in two, probably by rats. But it was fine, I could just use the handles to carry it on my back. I threw in a couple of books, you never know when you need a book; my small toy tiger I named Barry, I had got it when I was born and had had it since, it has been my luck charm, surprisingly it was still in an ok shape; my ipod and headphones because music keeps me calm in the worst of situations and luckily the ipod still had a relative amount of charge on it; some clothes that I found in the cupboard that were just about wearable; a sleeping bag and a cricket bat I had taken to hiding under my bed because I may need it, who knows. I don't even play cricket, but it seemed as good a weapon as any other and a baseball bat was way too cliché. I would've brought my phone but it had no signal and who was I meant to call? So it was pointless.

I made my way downstairs and rummaged through the kitchen to see if there was any food that was still edible. All I could find was a packet of rice, a yogurt, a bar of chocolate and a packet of crackers that looked as if they were relatively edible. After shoving these into my bag I turned to the tap and tried to turn it on. It took a lot of effort due to the amount of rust holding it off but I eventually managed to turn it on. The water that flowed started off a brown colour, much to my annoyance and disgust, but slowly turned clear so I left it on for a while to search for a container to carry it in. I found an old bottle that didn't have any holes in and didn't look to mouldy so I ran it under the tap to clean it and then filled it with water, attaching it to the side of my bag for later. Once I had the supplies I could get together I made my way out of the house to face what was outside. However when I walked out into what used to be a busy but friendly neighbourhood in Kansas City the sight before me was something I never ever wanted to see. (AN: I live in England and have no sense of direction or Geography so I know nothing about America. So I apologise if my Geography is horrifyingly wrong.)

It was completely empty and destroyed. There was no one walking on the pavement, no cars driving down the road. The only cars I could see were sitting by the edge of the road or smashed in the middle and none of them looked like they had worked in a good few years. There was definitely something going on here and I was certain to get to the bottom of it and find my family. Or anyone. I had so many questions to ask and no one to ask them to. All I knew was I was in some serious trouble.

AN: So, this is the first chapter. Please let me know what you think and if you want another chapter. I'm also scheming up ideas for the next chapter of New Beginnings and Flirt and Hurt, but in the meantime I wrote this. I'm going on holiday soon so I promise to do lots of writing by the poolside then. I also started another story a few days ago ad when I finally get that one going I'll post that too. For now, enjoy.