Sophie's Point of View
3 days have passed since I woke up with no memories but I have a few now. It's nice to know a little about who I am rather than nothing at all. I'm pretty sure I'm in England now due to remains of what was a large city that are surrounding me now. I think the city's name was London. Sometimes I feel like hurling due to the horrid smell of rotting flesh, food, and anything that was living that you can think of. Then I see the pile of rocks on my right move. I immediately start to take all the rocks off until about 10 minutes pass and I have finally unburied the person. The figure stands up then leans into their elbow and coughs. They're covered in gray particles. Then they go onto the ground in a coughing fit and I take out a small portion of water and they drink it in about 5 seconds. I give them a little more and motion to wash some of the particles off with it. They do so and I smile as the face becomes visible from under the flecks of gray stone.
It's Arthur. I grin, water forming at the edges of my eyes and I hug him. Then the tears I have held back for 3 days spill out and he hugs back. I start talking but my voice is hoarse due to not talking for days and because of the dust filled air I've been breathing.
"I-I missed you so much! I was so afraid that everyone may have..may..died. At least those of you that I remembered..."I said quietly between whimpers. By now my tears are drying and no more are streaming down my face in drops. Arthur looked at me with a confused face.
"What do you mean by those of us you remember?" he said curiously. I'm now on the ground on my knees, my puffy red green eyes meeting his emerald ones. "Wait don't tell me you have some kind of memory loss or even worse-"I cut him off.
"Amnesia? Well as fate may have it, when the wave hit I was hit in the back of the head with a large rock that caused me to lose all of my memories save for the last 2 minutes of my life before the end of the world as we knew it happened."I unconsciously massaged the lump that had formed on the back of my head. "However, I had a moment of brilliance before it happened. I wrote myself a letter containing all the information I would need to keep moving and to have a cause instead of wandering aimlessly."The hand that had been massaging the lump now clutched the silver locket, my middle finger lightly tracing the design on it.
"Smart..."Arthur murmured. Then he noticed the locket. "May I look at that?"
"Sure."I replied as I look it off and handed it to him. He examined it for a few minutes before handing it back to me.
"Feliciano gave you that, didn't he?" he asked. I thought nothing of it.
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, no reason. I just wanted to see what few things you can remember."he said with a small smile. I put the locket back on and ran my fingers through my hair. Well I tried to run my fingers through my hair. They traveled about 2 centimeters before they weren't able to go any farther. I began to search the ground to find a sharp piece of glass or something sharp. When I found a sharp piece of broken glass I grabbed it and hacked off all of my hair save for about 3 centimeters. "Wh-what are you doing Sophie?"Arthur said nervously.
"I'm getting rid of my tangled, matted, dirty, hair. What else would I be doing?"I said as if it weren't a big deal.
"But I thought that you had been growing it for the past century to get that length..." I blinked and nodded as the memory came back to me.
"I was but I need it to be this length if I want to have manageable hair. I also don't want to look like I have a golden birds' nest on top of my head."
"Ah. That makes sense."he said. I just finished cutting my bangs so they reach just above my eyes. I got on one knee and helped Arthur stand up then I stood up as well.
"We should start walking before the sun sets and see if we can find any other survivors."I said as I started walking slowly towards the East. Arthur walked at a normal pace and caught up with me and I changed my pace to match his.
"We should. Let's go."he took my hand and I smiled. It was just like the old days now. Where he was acted like he my big brother. The only difference is that now the only thing around us is rubble and death. And that we are walking to find others who survived that catastrophe. I'm not scared or nervous now. I feel safe with him here, because in a way I've come to think of him as a big brother even though I'm older than him. And my big brother is here to help me. Help me find friends who may or may not be alive. And I'm glad he's here. I hope this can go on forever but I know it can't. But I can dream. I can dream of a world that is perfect. And maybe, just maybe, me, Arthur, and anyone else that we find can help us rebuild this ruined world. We can cause the world to rise after it fell.