Chapter 1- Waking Up Dead
You know, most stories don't start like this - A young boy, around the age of thirteen, opening his eyes to discover a pile of dead bodies in front of him. They're burning in dancing flames, showing melted skin and bones. There were crumbling buildings, falling on top of helpless civilians, who could have survived. The boy stood in terror as he watched everyone die around him. He looked down to see if he was also suffering a chance of death. The boy was close. The bottom of his left leg was gone and he's missing a few fingers from his right hand. It only took him 5 minutes to realize that he was still screaming out loud.
What the hell is going on?
Was he the only one? It had seemed that way. With of all of his might, the troubled young man got up and walked – Using a long leg bone to steady him. Since he only had one foot to spare. After a few miles, he appeared to have stepped into a large blood puddle. Just the thought of what could have done this almost made him throw up. A few more miles, the boy caught the sight of a young man and woman burning to ashes. Next to them was a carved tree that stated:
Jacob + Sheila
Forever!
Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about his mother and father and whether they were dead or not. He didn't want to go any further. No! I have to get out of here! This time, the boy had only reached a few steps as he saw, what seemed to be, a little girls BRATZ doll. It was half burnt and only a little bit of hair was on its head. That was enough for the young man. He felt three feelings already – Sickness, Sadness, and Anger. There was over a thousand miles left, and he didn't want to feel anymore. His skin felt cracked, and he starved for something to eat. If he walks any further, he'll just die like everyone else did - Except for the burning, or being crushed by a building. It would be just a slow, painful death.
3 Hours Later…
Damn it! I don't see shelter yet!
3 hours had felt like three days as the boy walked further. His right foot was swollen from all of the travel, and his throat was dry and in need for thirst. The boy dropped, violently, to the floor as he cried in loneliness. In his mind he prayed to God that he would live. But it seemed to late, - he blacked out on the cracked earth, fading away in seconds.
