The first thing I ever asked when I opened my eyes seeing myself in a desert two years ago was who am I?

For whatever reason, I don't remember anything about who I was or where I'm from. This guy, Bob Hanson, the owner of the diner paradise falls is a good hearted man who took me in and cared for me like his own daughter. My older step brother, Jeep, suggested a name for me since I obviously can't remember even my own name. Rebecca. Rebecca Hanson.

I also don't know my birthday or anything so they approximated my age to twenty. Bob concluded that I'm a daughter of some wealthy city people because of my physical appearance. My hair is a long auburn wavy one that fits for models, my eyes are deep green, my lips are soft and red, my body is what my brother calls a playboy magazine cover girl, and I'm very flawless. They said that I look perfect. Jeep tells me that I might've been spoiled by my real parents pampering me with spas and stuff. But if they pampered me like a princess, why leave me in a deserted place?

If that was how my life was before, being a spoiled princess, now it's different. I live not in a house, but in a trailer van. I don't have maids or butler. Instead, I help dad and jeep in the diner as a waitress every day. In this specific day, there are only four customers and all of them are actually stranded. I'm at dad's office, doing the crossword on the newspaper, when I suddenly felt cold around me. I usually get this a lot when I know that something around me is wrong. And I was right. The electricity went out and I heard a scream coming from the diner and I quickly ran out to see what's wrong.

But I wish I hadn't.

The guy, Mr. Anderson, is lying on the floor with blood spurting from his neck all over the floor. I thought I was going to be sick and sicker when I saw the old woman on the ceiling with blood on her mouth and those freakish sharp teeth.

"Rebecca, go back inside my office!" dad ordered me taking his shotgun under the counter.

I couldn't stop staring at the old possessed woman and she suddenly looked at me. That's the only time I ran back inside the room, locked it, and hid under the desk like a scared kid. This is the first time I've ever been so scared. Her eyes were terrifying trying to communicate with me or something. I covered my ears as tight as possible as I hear a lot of gunshots outside and some screaming people. A few minutes later, everything turned quiet and I finally have the courage to peek. Dad and the other guys are outside with the plastic where they put the dead old woman and the women are around the bleeding guy.

"How bad is it?" I asked, sniffling, kneeling beside Charlie.

Charlie shook her head which meant it is a bad sign, "Not good. He lost a lot of blood"

"Look for anything that could help; cloth and medicines, now!"

The three women dispersed looking for any first aid while I try to do something helpful. But honestly, I don't know what to do at this kind of situation. He's grasping for air and I took his hand, squeezing it tight.

"Hang on, Mr. Anderson, you'll be fine" I said politely but with a hint of panic in my voice and I could see more blood gushing out.

We're running out of time, I know it.

Then at the moment, I heard a voice calling me, a voice so familiar, instructing me what to do. I placed my hand on the man's bleeding neck and my stomach is turning upside down as I feel the pressure of the blood on my palm. I watched and to my surprise, my hand is slightly glowing. Slowly, the big open wound starts to fade, leaving only a scratch. The man caught his breath as if it's been awhile since he last breathed normally and he choked a bit.

"I, what happened?" he asked, looking around.

I smiled, helping him sit up. "You're all right now"

Charlie and Howard's family came running with some ointments and looked surprised when they saw him good as new. Ms. Sandra and Audrey went running to him, hugging him, while I got up.

"How'd you do it?" Charlie asked, standing beside me.

I shook my head, really confused. "I don't know how it happened"

"Oh god, your nose is bleeding"

Charlie gave me a cloth and I looked up, pressing the cloth hard to my nose. The guys went back in, armed with guns with a new guy.

"God, Rebecca, what happened?" dad and jeep asked very concerned.

I chuckled a bit and made sure that I'm all right, "Nose bleed, it's nothing"

While the sun is still up, the guys covered up the windows and doors for any intruders and we were all equipped with guns and other sorts of fire arms. Dad, jeep, Percy, Kyle, Charlie, the new guy Michael, and I stayed in the office to talk about the event that just happened earlier. Michael talked about how God is all angry with human beings and sent his angels down to kill all human for them to face the consequence. Dad cursed, not believing about such nonsense. He doesn't believe in God, for all I know, what more about angels? He ridiculed it.

"Michael, are you sure? " Percy asked. "I'm pure catholic and the last time I checked, God was on our side. Helping mankind"

"He was" Michael said calmly. "He helped humankind with everything and what did you do in return, disobey him more and sin"

"I wouldn't blame God" I muttered as I fold the bloody cloth on my lap, sitting on dad's office chair and looking at my hand. I still couldn't figure out how I healed Mr. Anderson awhile ago. "We're like his kids, he created us. He loved us dearly, but we just all take it for granted."

Jeep and I are catholic. Being around Percy made us realize that there is a being who is looking after us through all the ups and downs.

"Some people kill for some stupid reason, rob because they don't have jobs, or simply abandon their children" I added.

Anger aroused in my chest, making me feel like bursting when jeep lay his hand on my shoulder, knowing that I'm talking about something personal.

"It's all right, Rebecca, you have me and dad on your side" jeep assured.

I smiled and tears escaped my eyes that I quickly wiped it away, "Yeah, thanks you guys. You're the only ones who didn't abandon me"

"Anyways, we all have to think of a way to get away from this place" Michael said.

"Well, I have a car" Kyle suggested.

"It would be dangerous if we leave tonight, get the car inside the garage and secure it"

Both Kyle and dad left for the garage while jeep and Charlie left to talk. Percy went back to the kitchen and thought of nothing else, but to cook for us, his fellow survivors.

After the incident with Mr. Anderson, my head starts aching and I feel drowsier than ever.

"Hey" Michael called out in a soft whisper. "Do you know how I could get to the roof?"

I nodded, without speaking, and weakly led him to the ladder just beside the office. I was the first to go and he followed below me. I pushed the small pane and I could feel the cold air coming from outside, making me feel so uneasy. I looked beyond and could see the sun almost setting at the horizon. Michael looked from east to west, north to south with watchful eyes. Then he turned to me.

"Aren't you going back down?" he asked me, putting bullets in his gun.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the side, "My mind is too confused to go down there"

"While you're here, make yourself useful"

He suddenly tossed a gun to me and luckily I caught it. It felt weird holding it. I turned around looking at the end of the road for any sign of attacks. None.

The sun is gone completely, changed by the stars and moon. It's getting pretty cold and my tank top and shorts don't help ease the cold at all. Michael approached me with his usual serious look and took off his coat to hand it to me.

"You need this more than I do" he said.

I hesitated at first, but eventually took it. I quickly put it on and I felt much better.

"So, how'd you get here with all that crap?" I asked, without looking at him.

He sat close to me, "I fell"

"Literally?" I asked, amused.

Michael just nodded.