Chapter 1: It starts
I miss my mother, she would tell me everything was alright and I had nothing to worry about. She would tell me father was coming back for me. He is right? I hope so, everything seems so scary now. There's smoke everywhere and every building has fallen. Daddy, where are you?
I've walked for two days, I really don't know where I am. I keep telling myself everything will be ok, but I'm not too sure anymore. The side of my neck hurts really bad, I can't remember what happened to it. It's bleeding again, for some reason it's reminding me how hungry I've become these past few days. I seen the top of a building up ahead, maybe they have some food. I hope so, my stomach is starting to hurt. I miss my mommy, my daddy. Where are you?
My feet hurt. I don't know how long it's been now. I underestimated this place, it's more empty than my home town, plus there's pink slime everywhere. It smells like bubblegum? Probably just my imagination. I'm so hungry. This place is so big and dusty, I wonder if I'm the last person on earth. Just thinking of that makes me sick to my stomach. Crap, I feel like I'm going to throw up. I can't throw up, I'm too hungry to throw up! Ouch.
Why does my neck hurt so much? I don't remember what happened to it. It looks like a bite mark. Maybe a bug? What bug makes this kind of bite though?
It's about the fifth day of walking. I seen a blast of snow, or at least it looked like snow. How can snow come from nowhere? I want to go and see what it was but I'm a little afraid. What if it's some dark magic my daddy warned me about? He told me not to go near things that make dark magic. Snow isn't dark though, it's pretty. Maybe it's pretty magic!
I found a man, he was writing something in a book. I was too afraid to talk to him so I walked away. Why did I do that? He seemed friendly, and familiar. Did I know him? I forgot a lot of things since my neck started hurting. Oh well, I guess I will never know. He's out of sight and out of mind. I hope.
I'm afraid again. I stopped walking and I'm now crying. Why didn't I talk to him? He would have helped me. Or hurt me, but I wouldn't have known until I tried. That's what my mom always told me.
"Hello? I hear crying. Are you ok?" A man was yelling. Oh great, is he following me? I guess it doesn't matter now. I finally have someone who can help me, maybe show me back to my father. Wait... who? My...My father?