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It was the middle of the desert. The sun baked the land and the few remaining plant life was already dying. There was a long stretch of road with a motor bike riding down it. A vulture was circling the air. The motor bike stopped and the rider got off, he walked towards the spot in which it was circling. He walked up to a ditch and saw a young, blonde girl laying in the ground. She was wearing a torn dress and was covered in dirt with a little blood on her head.
The girl then woke up. She saw the vulture hovering over her and she sat up. Her head felt like someone had drilled into it. She looked around and saw the biker.
''Where am I?'' The girl asked. She tried to stand but couldn't. She looked around a little more. She noticed a man standing in the desert but the sun blinded her view of him. He was gone after a second. She tried to remember anything but couldn't.
''Utah.'' The man said. He removed his goggles and and took down his scarf that was covering his mouth. He had thick, very dark brown hair but they may have just been because it hadn't been washed in so long. His eyes were brown and his skin was tanned. He needed a shave and a haircut but not urgently.
''How did I get here?'' The girl asked. She noticed the large revolver attached to his leg. She looked around and found a couple of written pages from a notebook. She was still a little blind and couldn't make it out.
''How should I know? What is your name?'' The man asked. Carrie saw a tag on her left foot which read 'Carrie White'.
''Um...Um...Carrie, Carrie White.'' Carrie said as she managed to stand up. Her legs were still a little weak but she managed it. Her feet were bare and they burnt on the hot ground.
''Well Carrie, good luck.'' The man said. He then turned around and walked away. He put his goggles back on and pulled his scarf up. He got on the bike.
''Wait. Wait.'' Carrie said. She managed to run towards him after falling over twice. She struggled with the ditch and had the paper in her hand. The man pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.
''How the hell have you lasted this long?'' The man asked her.
''I can't remember.'' Carrie said. She genuinely couldn't remember.
''Town is twenty miles that way. Your pretty, someone will make a deal with you.'' The man said. He pointed the way he was going. He put his gun back in the holster and got ready to take off.
''Deal?'' Carrie asked.
''Work it out.'' The man said. He then drove off.
''Wait.'' Carrie yelled. She started to run after him but ran out of breath.
Carrie was walking through the long road trying to piece together what had happened. She had no clue and still couldn't read what the paper said. She managed to make out a few words.
''Chamberlain hospital?'' Carrie said. She managed to read the tag without ripping it off. She was struggling a little and hoping.
She noticed a black motorcycle similar to the one the man rode earlier. She walked up to it and inspected it.
''Not you again.'' The man said. He was doing up his zipper.
''Where did you come from?'' Carrie asked. She seemed confused.
''The ditch.'' The man said pointing to the ditch.
''Can I come on your bike please?'' Carrie asked. The man got on his bike.
''Nope.'' The man said. He pushed Carrie out of the way.
''I might die.'' Carrie said. She was upset.
''Rules of the road. Take nobody.'' The man said. He was starting up the motorbike.
''I don't even know what road we're on. I was in Chamberlain a few hours ago.'' Carrie said. He turned off the ignition.
''I thought you couldn't remember anything?'' The man asked.
''It's on my tag.'' Carrie replied. The man got off his bike and walked towards her.
''Raise your leg.'' The man said. Carrie raised her leg and he read the tag.
''Can I come please?'' Carrie asked. The man looked at her dress. It didn't seem like one from a hospital but it was certainly old.
''Let me read those papers.'' The man said. Carrie handed him the papers and he started to read them. Carrie then walked onto the road and noticed a large motorhome speeding towards them. It had been customised with barb wire along the side and spikes. There was a man on top of it loading a gun.
''Who is that?'' Carrie asked as she pointed towards the motor home.
''Who?'' The man asked. He didn't take his eyes off the papers.
''Them.'' Carrie said pointing. The man looked at it and then ran towards her.
''Get down.'' The man said. He then threw her into the ditch and took out his gun. He started to aim. There were gunshots coming from the motorhome.
''Shoot them.'' Carrie screamed.
''I've only got two shots.'' The man said. He couldn't get a good shot on anyone. The van came closer and closer.
Carrie raised her hand and the motor home flipped into the air. It hit the ground and continued to roll into the ditch. One man was laying in the street, near dead.
''Kill me, please.'' The man on the road said. He was crawling through the road. The man walked up to him. The man took off his helmet and walked away. He turned around and picked up a machine gun.
''How did you do that?'' The man said as he handed Carrie the broken, hand made helmet. She went to take it but he held onto it.
''I just did.'' Carrie said. She didn't know how she did it.
''And you don't remember anything?'' The man asked.
''Not a thing.'' Carrie said. He let go of the helmet and she put it on.
''My name is Ross.'' Ross said as he put his helmet on.
''Ross….'' Carrie whispered. Her mind froze for a second. She got a glimpse of a tall, handsome man in a white dinner jacket.
''I'm holding onto these pages.'' Ross said. Carrie hopped onto the bike. They started to drive down the road. Carrie was holding onto Ross and saw the shadowy figure again in the desert.
Diary of Carrie White: 2/3/12
My name is Carrie White and my world is full of rage and darkness. Today I managed it, I managed to make my bed hover. I'm getting even more powerful by the day. I'm just hoping momma doesn't find out so she won't lock me in the closet again. I found another poem I like, this one is by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. I hope you enjoyed and please review.
None ever was in love with me but grief.
She wooed my from the day that I was born;
She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
And left me there forlorn.
Well I hope you enjoyed and please review. Just to clarify that diary extract is what Ross is reading. So please tell me if you liked this and if I should continue. Would you like anything changed or anything explained. Let me know and have fun.