Alone

Krystal P.OV

It has been four years since Mom and Dad were taken away by Terror. Four years since they had to leave their kids to try and protect themselves. My brother John used to be with me until two years ago, when he decided that he’d go and live by himself . To this day I still don’t know why he decided that that would be better, two heads are better then one after all. I mean it hasn’t been all that bad, it is a little lonely and a lot hard work, but I am pretty impressed that I have survived this long. My parents might have been killed, but I will keep living so that I might be able to save them and stop Terror once and for all.

It is dark when I start looking for food. I do that so that I can use the shadows as protection.. I know I can get food from most stores since they are all closed and abanded. Most of the parents took there kids and fled this area. I am one of the only kids left. I’m not even sure where my brother is. I am outside when I see a flash of light overhead. I jump out of my skin.

“Shoot.” I mutterered. And run to try and find a safe place to hide. I see a tree stump that was rooted but thought twice before bidding in there, if there are people on the ground scouting that will be one of the first places they look. I notice a*****e with the windows broken and decided that there could be lots of places for me to hide in there. So I run as fast as I can to the store and look around for a place to hide. I decide on hiding inside a box that used to have a tv inside of it before it was most likely stolen. I close the lid of the box moments before a terror person walks in. I like to call the terror people pirates because they, steel things, kidnap people for money, and kill for no reason. They tend to call themselves TERROR.

As I hid in the box I tried my hardest not to make a sound or breath too hard, no matter how fast my heart is betting. The box I am in is in a dark corner in the back of the store, I’m hoping he won’t look to hard. All the lights in the store are out and no longer work so I doubt he’d want to stay too long if he couldn’t find anyone easily. It was then I hear a scream.

“Help! Somebody! Anybody!” I hear them scream again and then the sound of feet dragging.

“Darth. Get out here and help. This ones being difficult.”

They must use code names. Darth, the one who was looking in the store, walks out. I peek out and see that it is a child who looks to be ten. I feel sorrow welling up inside of me. So I decide to jump out of the box and distract them. They want me more after all since I’m older. Also I’m known by them. They always try to capture me, but fail. So they really want a chance to! They know me by name since I do my best to save the kids.

“Hey thugs! Over here!”

“Hey look. It’s Krystal.”

“I hate that girl. We need to act now. If we want to catch her.”

“So.... You like playing chase?” I laugh

They start reeling towards me. I start to run, they may be better at fighting than me, but I know the streets better than anyone. They start chasing after me. I run up a path and see my chance of escape. Only there is another one of them there. I run towards him and at the last minute made a sharp turn. I hear them crash into each other. Success!

I ran back to where the child was only to see the child was no longer there. I was confused, but I knew I couldn’t stay out in the open. I had to go find shelter. I hear a vehicle start behind me. I then hide behind a wall. Luckily it was only headed back to their place of evil. I once again escaped the claws of TERROR. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I decided to keep looking for shelter. It is late by the time I found something suitable. I am exhausted, so I went to sleep quickly. That night I dreamt of a life when I still had a family. I woke up with wet cheeks so I knew that I must of been crying during my sleep. I saw that the sun was starting to rise and knew that TERROR would be back again to look for more children, especially me. I knew that there were some children out there at my little training type center. They were the children I rescued and haven’t been able to reunite them with their parents. Some of the people are also ex-Terror people that I convinced to leave and join me.

I sigh as I realize I need to go and get more food to give to the rescued. This would be a lot easier with John. By the time I had enough food the sun was fully up and I knew that I had to speed up or I’d risk getting caught. I made it to the little shelter that I made into a rescue camp just as I heard a truck pull up. I let out a breath of relief.

“Krystal!” I hear as I walk in. All the rescued children are very happy to see me. To them I’m like a second mother.

“Did you bring any food?”

I hold out the bags in response and they start digging in. I smile as I see that there are the same amount of children as when I left. This is good it means we haven’t been discovered. I let them continue eating and let them know I’ll be leaving and they know the expectations. They all nod satisfied with their meal. I head back out to the open area and hide behind a wall making sure TERROR isn’t out in this area. I take two steps when I hear rocks crunching. I panicked and start to run.

I run faster and faster not daring look back. I want to run to the safety of the camp but don’t. I can’t give the children away. I start to slow down, I don’t hear anyone following me, but I still jog just in case. I make a turn and run directly into someone. I fall back and look up to the face. My eyes go wide.

“John?” I half whisper.

He looks down at me. I look up at him. He looks different. That’s when I realizes he has black hair and is wearing a suit that TERROR wears. I gasp in horror. He looks down and smirks at me.

“Nice to see you sis.”

It’s then his walkie talkie sparked to life.

“Trys? Have you found her yet.” He looked at me eyes filled with sorrow, but also something else I can’t read.

“Yep she’s right…” he doesn’t even get to finish before I swing my leg around and hit his legs, knocking him off balance. I jump up and start running away, tears pool in my eyes.

I know in this instance that John will stop at nothing until I am caught.