Survived

The world went to hell shortly after that first attack on the city I was in. Its was every man from themsleves until one day all the people who held a little bit of power silently agreed to live away from eachother. Now the world stayed divided up in to sections.

The first group of people were called the outsiders, the were the ones that you had to avoid they trusted no one and you were smart to do the same with them. Outsiders are the people who would kill you no matter what the age or circumstance. The were the closest group, and the most deadly, they had most of the weapons left. Then there was my group we are called the survivors, and that is exactly what we are. We do what we have to do to survive and nothing more, literally nothing more then that. The other groups are the murder, the lost, and the last. I don't know much about them, I just know their names.

1Likes
0Comments
1448Views
AA

1. Chapter one.

Bullets raced past me in all directions as I ran towards my mother arms out stretched.  My legs burned as I pushed myself the last few feet. I made it. I thought. I thought to soon though,  bullets that were surrounding me were now all aimed at her. Before she had time to react she hit the ground with a hole in the middle of her eyes, that now had lost any emotion. Blood poored out from her head leaving a puddle near me as I cried.

"Mommy!" I screamed.

The blood that only surrounded her leaked over to me, soaking my old shoes. My mothers hair that was a bright beautiful blonde was now stained a deep red by her own blood. Tears endlessly came running down my face as I struggled to stay standing. My mther had always promised me that she would be there, and I believed that, but now I couldn't help but to feel alone.

The people that had attacked were now retreating because the police, or what was left of them, had started  to cut them back giving us the signal to escape before they came back to kill the rest of us. I look back down at my mother and notice that my sister had came over to us and closed her eyes giving off the illusion that she was only sleeping.

"Mommy?" I asked, waiting for her to stand up as if nothing had happened.

Thalia walked up beside me and pulled me into a tight hug letting me cuddle close to her. She seemed strong just like our mother was, and  was always so understanding.  She let me go but I still looked at her face, I refused to look back knowing that if I did I wouldn't be able to stand any longer. Thalia grabbed my hand and tried to pull me along with her but I couldn't move as I thought about our mother.

My sisters hands wrapped around me as I fought to get back to my mother. I struggled againest my sister until I was exhausted and had no energy for anything except to silently weep for my mother.  Thalia understood how hard this was, I am sure, but she didn't seem to get that I needed to stay here. My sister carried me like an enfant towards a car that would surely take us away.

"Mommy." I weakly cried out again.

My sister stroked my head trying to comfort me, but it only made me more upset. I started to cry loud sobs until I didn't remember what had just occured, until I didn't remember anything. I hid my face in my sisters arms that surrounded me and let all my emotions out at once. The tears that had once stopped for ony a brief moment couldn't seem to be contained any longer.  She placed me down so we could get in the car, but I refused to leave.

I sat firmly on the ground determind not to leave the place I called home, all the people I knew and loved, and everything that was important. My sister who was now crying scooped me up and put me in the car that drove quickly off, leaving her behind with my dead mother. I moved so I could look at my sister in confusion. She just stood there waving and trying to give an encouraging sad smile as the dirt from the car blocked my view from her.

"Are you coming back for her?" I asked still crying.

I waited for an answer from the man that was driving me away but I didn't get one. I knew that we wouldn't be going to get her that she too would  be seeing mother before she should. The last of my family is now back there, I let this sink in, the sadness was to much to bear as we silently drove away from them.

"Bye." I whispered, only loud enough for me to hear.

The man driving looked angry almost as if what I had said made him this way. I lean forward to get a better look at his face and gasp. His right eye wasn't there but instead there was a black round eye that didn't move, and his whole face was covered in scars that even trailed down his neck.

°°°°°°°°

I wake up clutching the necklace I always kept around my neck. I breathed a slightly panicked sigh as I realize that it was just a memory in the form of a dream. It had been ten years since I lost both my mother and sister but understandably it still haunted me every moment, there are sometimes that I can get throuh a day without worring that if I turn around I will join them.

I look around at the room that I'm in and started to try and recall everything I could from the dream, even thought I don't want to forever live in that moment I never want to forget.  The man that drove me away had taken me here. To this camp where we all have to live.

The world went to hell shortly after that first attack on the city I was in. Its was every man from themsleves until one day all the people who held a little bit of power silently agreed to live away from eachother.  Now the world stayed divided up in to sections.

The first group of people were called the outsiders, the were the ones that you had to avoid they trusted no one and you were smart to do the same with them. Outsiders are the people who would kill you no matter what the age or circumstance. The were the closest group, and the most deadly, they had most of the weapons left. Then there was my group we are called the survivors, and that is exactly what we are. We do what we have to do to survive and nothing more, literally nothin more then that. The other groups are the murder, the lost, and the last. I don't know much about them, I just know their names.

I stand up and head over to the other side ofthe room to wake Gemma up. She had to go out last night to collect food, but around here that is no excuse to sleep in. Only the sick, injured, or elderly could sleep in, and that is only if they dont have an important role around here. We do have an important role though, every week the Outsiders meet up with a few of us from Survivors and trade. Even though we can't trust them it usually goes really well and we get what we need but there has been a few times when we came home with less people then we left with.

"Gemma." I say.

" Yes? " Gemma asks, clearly not happy that I woke her.

" Oh, come on dont you dare tell me that you have forgotten that today we need to go out to the hospital to trade with Outsiders right?  You have forgotten haven't you? Gemma!" I basically scream.

" Umm, maybe, but now I haven't forgotten so we are all good."  Gemma said almost apologetically.

Of course Gemma has forgotten,  she is really good with other things like discovering which plant is edible and which are not, but trying to remember something is near impossible for her. She rolls over and sits up her long hair now only half the length thanks to sleeping.

" What time is it?" She asks when she stands up.

I look at the clock and realize that I could have let her sleep alittle longer. I shrug my shoulders and she sighs. We learned the basic of reading a clock when we first arrived but I never payed attention unless they were telling us important times that we needed, and for me that was only one time, eight thirty. Eight thirthy every morning was breakfast and little tasks, or in this case today going to trade, and eight thirty at night was lock up.

We had lock up every night, and if someone forgot it there were consequences.  One time there was this little girl who had forgotten to lock up and she was banned from our group. She ended up dying after three days all alone, there was a similar ending to two men who didn't remember the lock up.

Dark clothing gets tossed my way as I go to lay back down for a few more minutes. I look up to Gemma who is shaking her head no. Of course I'm not allowed to sleep for a few brief moments. I kind of deserve it thoughi did wake her up. I stand up and try to ignore my muscles that are sreeming at my for not letting them rest after yesterdays training. I slip the clothes on and we head out for the day. 


 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...