The Keeper Chapter 1 Falling. I m falling. But there is no sense of danger. No adrenalin. No last thoughts or one more breath. Just falling. I m weightless, like a feather.
Then nothing
I m cold. I start to think I drifted off on my couch with the window open. But wait, I live in New York City, I never open the windows, the smell outside is unbearable and it is the middle of November. I think?
As memories and dates start to come back to me the coldness grips me tighter.
Thats when I finally have feeling back in my body. The ground is hard under me and slick, like ice. I finally have the strength to crack my eyes open and look around. It s dark, but I can make out cloud s. They look grey and dark, like storm cloud s right before the rain starts.
It hits me like a brick then. There are no tall buildings surrounding me. No people yelling over the noise of car horns. No foul stench. Im not in New York anymore!
I bolt upward and try to stand on wobbly legs. I must look like a newborn deer.
I look around again, apparently I am standing on glass, and there are storm clouds all around me. As far as the eye can see in every direction. I also see a white bundle of fur lying on the ground a couple feet away. Wait! Thats Dylan my dog! "Dylan" I whispered trying to get his attention. He started to move and raised up one of his ears, he heard me.
You see Dylan is a German Shepherd, but he is all white no tan and brown, just white.
Dylan slowly stands up and trots over to me. Well if he can walk on it, so can I. I take a step forward expecting the glass to shatter and fall, taking Dylan and me with it. But it doesn't break at all, and we didn t die, so thats a win in my book. So we kept walking, we have been walking for what seems like ages, until I see a bright white light up ahead.
Praying that it s the way out, me and Dylan sprint toward it. But as we get closer I can tell it s not an exit, it s a person. I slow down a little not sure wether to keep going or turn tail and run.
"What's your name?" I say. Nothing
I take a couple more steps when I hear a voice.
"I am here to help you find your way out," The figure says.
"Great just point me to the nearest exit and I will be on my way," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"The way out cannot be found, but earned."
"How?" I say starting to get a little irritated.
"Simple, just speak your full name out loud and be on your way."
"Umm ok, Samantha West." I say as if it s that simple.
But it was that simple, the next thing I know me and Dylan are standing in the middle of a dirt road, surrounded by woods.
Where are we?...