In year 2013, tragedy hits when 18 year old Fawn Shone's mother Amy Shone dies in a car-crash. A deadly unknown sickness spreads across the earth wiping out most of the human-population. Fawn must protect those close to her while fighting for her right to survive. An adventure full of excitement, hardship, and dark secrets to be discovered. Will you partake on this journey with us? Despite the awakening danger? Will you give up everything to uncover the dying truth? Now tell me...
Do you have what it takes to survive?
The Remaining Survivors
A Leader to Guide Us
Prologue
My footsteps plummet against the ground as I ran. Mud squishing between my toes and water splashed up soaking my jeans to the brim. My heart thudded against my chest, warm glistening tears streamed down my soft cheeks. The amber glow of a fire in the distance was like dawn as the sun rose from it's slumber.
The car came into view, my heart stopped. I gasped at the horrible sight, flames fought viciously aginst the raging wind for control. The smell of smoke and ash was suffocating, it only strengthened as I came closer.
"Mom!" I screamed. The thought of her laying there, her lifeless corpse cooking in the eternal heat.
Black smoke making the view a hazy maze. I scrambled down the hill slope, tripping over my feet and tumbling downward. Crying out as I hit the bottom of the slump, I wasted no time in pulling myself up and continuing what seemed like a painfully long journey.
"Mom! Where are you!?" I could barely hear my own words, the roar of the flames was much louder, it sizzled and crackled like fireworks on a gusty July.
I ran toward the car peeking through the cracked window. She lay there coughing and gasping even though it was futile. I tried to crawl through the window but I couldn't fit. I smashed the window with my hand shards of glass scattering everywhere, wiggling through the window. The glass painfully scraped against my exposed skin. I didn't care, I had to get to her.
I crawled on my hands and knees towards my mother. It was like being in a roast-oven, the heat beginning to cook my skin slowly.
"Fawn... come here." Mother gasped with a fading voice.
Blood seeped through the corners of her bright red cherry lips. She was laying awkwardly in the tumbled car glass and metal fragments we're everywhere. Her skin was covered in a black residue from the smoke. I carefully curled into her pale fragile arms, my vision blurred as the tears began to swell up again.
"Don't worry Fawn your alright. Don't cry now." she said in a calm soothing voice.
She began humming softly, cradling me like a child, her arms where deathly cold as her life slowly trained away leaving her pale, despite the situation she managed a soft smile which seemed to bring a small shard of light into the depressing and tragic means.
"I love you forever and always I hope you and you brother know this." says mother in a silky voice, it was the kind of voice that could soothe your soul no matter what was happening good or bad.
"I love you too mama!" I cried, but it was too late.
"Mama?" I shook her,"Mom wake up! Please don't leave me here!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the pressure.
"Don't leave us! Come back! Please!" I coughed, inhaling some of the black smoke, it would only surely bring death.
I knew she couldn't come back. I knew she wouldn't wake up. More tears steamed down my face creating lines, washing away the black-dust that now covered me.
What will I tell Xander?
He's six years old and he's already lost his mom.
We are all alone...
We have no father and now we have no mother. All this thought of loneliness built up and filled my heart with sorrow and dread. I wrapped my arms around her neck and sobbed into my moms chest.
I would forever remember that day.
The day I lost my mother, from then on my world was nothing but a cold, dark, blur.
End of the Prologue.
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Yeah I know it was horrible, but I rewrote most of it from the original prologue.
Please review, tell me if you liked it or hated it. I don't care how harsh you are I need a little dose of the truth every now and than. Inform me of any grammar or punctual mistakes. Ideas are helpful too, don't be shy. Also this is just a rough-draft, all the mistakes with punctuation will be fixed before I get the book itself published.
~@ScarletDreams14
Writer, Artist, Student and Reader
And as I said, sometimes taking a break is the cure. Just keep writing the story, you can go back and fix things later.
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