Axel6277

I wake up and get off my cot. I found this in the ruins of the military base I grew up by. I throw on the tattered remains of some clothes I pulled off some poor soul who didn't make it. My little girl stirs in her bed. It's so hard to keep faith with her injuries threatening to take her. As I leave my shack I see a beautiful sight. She came over to me and offered me food. I have been searching for her ever since the Sonic Pulse went off. I had hoped she had not gone insane from the pulse. Her jet black hair and striking green eyes made the world a better place already. To see her after 6 years of struggling to restart life as before

I run. I run and run. Never do I run in laps, but away from it all. I have been hiding from the police and search parties for three days now. I'm scared to sleep, I'm scared to stop, I'm even scared to buy something to eat, in fear they will turn me in. My story isn't uncommon, and it isn't a good one. I carry pictures of the ones I left behind. Too often do I cry about the loved ones I can no longer see. I left them crying with the loss of me. Every day that guilt pulls me to the police, but the pain of a broken home pulls me to run harder and faster. Uh-oh. Dead end. The police dogs have my scent, I can hear them coming closer and closer. O