I was running from my brother that day 12 years ago. Screaming with joy as my older brother ran around the living room chasing me with a paper airplane. Smiling. It was so much easier back then. I had parents. I had a home. I knew that my brother was alive. And food... oh glorious food. Some pizza every now and then. cake, the good kind, on birthdays. Toys and games and makeup and simple quick decisions. Simple easy no huge consequence from those desions. And let's not forget... the happiness that came from watching a movie then trying to go to sleep but all those amazing scenes still playing in your head. But now all that is gone. All that was 6 years ago. All that ended 2 years ago. Back when darkness didn't cover the world. Back when there was still a small glint of light. Now every single day new terrors approach us new terrors consume us. I hid. I hid on Day 7 of the darkness. My brother hid me. Then he had to run. Because he couldn't get into where he hid me. You see he's 6'4 and very well built. I'm 4'7 and can fit into almost anything. Anyway I'm basically hiding... hang on. There's a noise. I check my watch. It's old so it still works.(like it's not electronic) it's day 126 of the darkness. I listen. It's a buzzing noise. I look out through a crack in the ceiling to see what's going on. Thousands of millions of wasps are flying around. Picking up anything that happens to be in its path. I hear I clicking noise. I turn around and there's a boy who looks about my age. He's pointing a gun at me "Don't shoot!" I say "And why shouldn't I! How do I know your not an imposter?!" "An imposter?" "Yes! An imposter they started coming in last Tuesday!" "Tuesday? What day was that?" "April 3... how do you not know what day that was?" "I've been going by numbers. Like today's day 126 of the dark days." "Ok you know what your obviously not an imposter. There smarter than that." "What are you doing here?" "I came here to hide what else?" "I've been hiding here sense day 7." "Oh geez how have you survived?" "There's enough rations here to last up to day 500 for one person. Now tell me what's going on up there." I pick up a pistol that's amp is a knife. "Or I kill you." "If you kill me..." he says "the werewolf's will smell it and come running. Then the 5 masters will come before the werewolf's can kill you and take you prisoner." "The 5 masters?" "Ya the ones who created this." He waves his arms helplessly in the air. "Say what's your name?" I ask. "John. John Carson. What about you." "Fawn Riverheight." "Riverheight! Hey do you have an older brother?" "Ya?." "I KNOW HIM!" "REALLY? Is he alive? Is he well? Were is he?" " sadly he got taken by the 5 masters he told me that I'd fined more than safety here so I came. I trusted him. And now I found you! I guess that's what he meant by more than safety." We hear the buzzing stop all of a sudden "the 5 masters." John whispers. I look out the crack again. "Hey John they sent out there..." "your right they aren't" I turn around "they're right here." I turn around to find him smirking and the 5 masters standing right behind him. "Good job John you most certainly have proven that your worthy of being a host." Says the raspy voice of one of the 5 masters I watch in horror as the 5 masters step forward and do Rock Paper Scissors. One wearing a punk style outfit won and walked up to John. Mumbled some random words and John started shaking. Then he burst to dust the punk master started to melt then the melting went backwards and John was there but different. "Grab the girl." Said the raspy voice the world went black.
END OF PART ONE